#i mean yes MATT LOVES sleeping around he's gonna flirt

[murdcck]

me watching she-hulk just for matt.  i’m sorry. i can’t take the cgi seriously.

BUT ALSO??? DID THEY LITERALLY HAVE MATT SNIFF THE AIR AND PUT IN A PRONOUNCED SNIFFING SOUND? LIKE DUDE RIDICULOUS.. YES, I am biased. I’m sorry. Netflix showed Matt’s abilities way more subtly than this SNIFF!! sdjkfsd.

[stxuxrniolochris]

fake dating - Chris Sturniolo p3

P1 P2 P4

slow burn ( i think ), your both seniors(18), also i live in Ireland so idk how American like years in school works so just go with it, use of y/n, half based on to all the boys I’ve loved before but not really, highschool!chris

Summary ~~you both need to get peoples attention but you might just end up catching eachothers~~

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On the way to the triplets house Chris called their mom marylou and asked if it was good for me to stay with them for a night. I always saw Marylou as a mother figure because she was the closest thing to a real parent I had. We were close, i like to think she sees me as a daughter since she doesn’t have any. She said yes, and that I don’t even need to ask, which made me smile.

We were greeted by Marylou when we walked in and i thanked her again for letting me stay. “Thanks again for letting me stay it really means a lot.” “Oh no worry honey, you know you’re always welcome.” She said while pulling me into a hug. I smiled and walked downstairs with Chris. When I turned around I slightly bumped into him. He grabbed the sides of my arms. “Woah careful.” He said while chuckling. Why did I get nervous when he did that? I shouldn’t be getting nervous from him, we always were touchy so why am I get flustered now. I shake it off as we walk to his room.

Chris quickly plops down on his bed and gestures for me to do the same. I smile and walk over sitting right beside him. He puts an arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer. Again my heart rate increases. What is happening. I’ve never felt like this before.

Chris’ phone dings and I subconsciously look down. It was Amelia. I sighed and rolled my eyes, I mean who keeps in contact with their ex.

Amelia: how’s y/n?

Chris sighed and picked up his phone. He responded while shaking his head. “What are you saying?” I asked. “I said you were good.” He replied. I nodded slowly. “What.” He said while looking at me. “What?” I questioned back. “You’re doing your judgy face you do when someone says something wrong.” He explained while gesturing to my face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Oh come on y/n juts tell me.” He said while playfully hitting my arm. “Ok ok, I just think it’s weird to text your ex, like casually.” I said truthfully. He just said “Oh.” “How often do you guys text.” “Just like a few times a day.” He shrugged “your doing the face again y/n whatt.” He groaned. “Nothing! I just don’t think you should.” I shrugged back. “Why do you even care? It doesn’t concern you.” He said more serious, raising his voice. “I don’t care! I was just saying!” I lied. I don’t know why I cared, but I did. “Yea right I can tell when you lie.” He said while getting angry. I scoffed. “I think I’m gonna sleep in nicks room tonight” I said while getting up. “No y/n I’m sorry, I’m not angry at you.” He sighed while looking down. “Then stop, your my best friend i was just looking out for you.” I said while walking out.

Chris pov

I sighed watching her leave my room. It was no use trying to make her stay, she’s too stubborn. I smiled thinking about her. Why did I kind of get offended when she said best friend. That’s all we were. But sometimes I feel like we both want it to be more. I mean the nights when were tangled in each others arms, the jokey flirting, people thinking we’re dating or saying we will eventually. I mean I don’t think I was just imagining it all. I shake the thoughts of and conclude it to just being confused from Amelia, we only broke up a couple of weeks ago so my emotions were still weird. I still like Amelia but I’ll never love her the way I love y/n. We had a different connection.

Just as I was drifting off I heard a knock at my door. I hoped it was y/n but it was Matt. “What dude it’s late.” I said my voice groggy. “Do you like y/n?” He said straight while walking into my room. “Well I mean she’s my best friend..” i said it a duh-tone. “No I mean like in a like romantic-way.” He responded. “Matt what are you talking about, where’s this coming from.” I said confused. “The whole fake dating thing-” “Matt I told you it’s for Amelia.” cutting him off. “No it’s not just that, I mean the way you two were looking at each other earlier. It not in a friend way. And you both are very touchy- especially recently.” He said sitting on my bed. I was shocked, where is this coming from. “She doesn’t like me like that.” I replied. “Yea but do you like her like that.” I sighed. “I-I don’t know.” I said honestly, I was getting nervous around her lately and I don’t know why. If I’m being honest I was kinda sad when she said she’d sleep with Nick. I like holding her while I sleep. “Well I think you should figure it out because I think she does.” He said. What is he on about.

“Where is she anyway?” He said looking around. “Uh she’s sleeping in Nicks room” i mumbled. “Why?” He questioned raising an eyebrow. “We had like an argument- of something about me texting my ex, and she thought it was weird, she got like mad I don’t know why though.” I explained. He nodded. “Open your eyes kid.” Is all he said. “What” “she’s getting mad about your ex, and you don’t think she likes you even a bit like that.” He said while standing up. “Matt what.” “Just think about it.” He shrugged while walking out. Was he right or reading too much into this. I rubbed my face and sighed, this was all so new. Maybe he was right. Surely not.

[chrissidepiece]

Bsf!matt bestfreinds

Smut… I did it (idk know if I like it but yeah)

Matt Y/n

Me and Matt fell asleep in each others arms last night he was warm

Warm

Warm

I was always cold and he was warm it felt soothing he fell asleep first then I drifted off to sleep but I couldn’t stop thinking about what will our future be like

I feel Matt groaning he’s trying to me make me lay back down with him June 13 2024

Nmmh y/n lay down it’s too early to be up, what are you doing anyway?

I’m just writing.

Matt sat up his arm around my waist looking into my eyes can I get a kiss he said whilst rubbing his eyes

I have morning breath

I didn’t want to kiss him if my breathe was stinky but matt said otherwise, y/n I don’t give a fuck if your breathe stinks kiss me,

Oddly that turned me on… i liked when he would be more harsh with his words I looked at him and said are you sure?

Y/n. He said looking at my lips with a straight face then he sighed and looked at my eyes

kiss me before I kiss you.

I grabbed his face and gave him a peck on the cheek. He looked at me not surprised he then put one hand on my cheek and the other remained on my waist keeping me close to him

He pulled my face closer I swear we were inches away I could feel his breathe trickle down my neck giving me goosebumps he looked at me my lips then my eyes again he pulled me closer and we kissed.. it wasn’t like last nights it’s almost as if he needed my lips on his and he kissed me roughly

We pulled away after some long seconds a I was out of breath i panted looking into his eyes..

Fuck

I said under my breathe he looked at me with a smirk as if he defeated me and he had won a prize he looked at me

Y/n don’t leave me I love you

I won’t I promise.

He looked at me again his eyes softened he put his hands on my waist and gave me a nose kiss and a quick peck on my neck before bringing me back down grabbing my journal and pen and giving it back to me

our hands brushed against one another I looked away and looked at him flustered

I cleared my throat and looked at his eyes and how his face was so perfect I wanted to kiss him again but I didn’t so I asked if he wanted to see inside my journal

Are you sure I mean. That’s personal I don’t have to look through it

Matt. I said with a stern- ish voice read it and write on your favorite pages

Okay

I got close to him he flinched cause of how cold my body and skin was I layed down and fell asleep

Matt’s pov

She dozed off in my arm I carefully set her down next to me I kissed her nose I opened the first page of her journal

May 1 2020

I got this journal cause of matt I like him and I wonder how long this crush will last I hope it wears off since he’s my best friend I don’t want to lose him he walking in my room

I was shocked that after 3 months she had a crush on me, my pretty girl maybe that’s why she acted so flustered when I flirted with her

I flipped The page wanting to know what she has written next

July 17 2020

I don’t think this crush is going away any time soon but. I think he likes Jess.. yes she’s our teacher but they might as well be the same age. I bet he likes older girls why did I think I had a chance I’m done writing about dumb stupid Matt I’m gonna go cry

Awh. I should’ve never talked about the teacher that way I only liked her because of the fact that y/n looked liked her

It’s been I want to say 1 hour and I’ve been reading her journal entry’s I’m at the one she wrote today I wonder what she was thinking about

June 13 2024

Me and Matt fell asleep in each others arms last night he was warm I was always cold and he was warm it felt soothing he fell asleep first then I drifted off to sleep but I couldn’t stop thinking about what will our future be like I feel Matt groaning he’s trying to me make me lay down

She’s so adorable I love her if I lose her I will never forgive myself.

I put her journal back and rubbed her shoulders softly and kissed her neck softly sucking on her neck harder leaving marks on her neck and shoulders

Y/n’s pov

I woke up to Matt giving me love bites I moaned softly he looked at me smiling at my soft moan from his affection he sucked the part of my neck and shoulder again i moaned again but slightly louder

Mhm Matt.

What do you want pretty girl? Use your words

I want I said in a low voice tripping on my words

This was humiliating considering Matt’s only seen me fully naked 4 times and they all were on accident except for last night so that makes it 5

I got closer to his ear and whispered in his ear softly and lightly I want you Matt, no Matt I need you inside me

He looked at me with glee good girl, are you gonna be a good girl and listen to everything I say?

Yes Matt.

Good girl now strip he watched me drop all my clothes seeing everything drop to the floor

One by one

Now I was only in my laced black panties he looked at me hungrily come here my princess I sat between his legs on my knees staring at him

Spread your legs

As he said this I opened my legs for him to see my glistening cunt I winced at the cold air hitting me

He moved his slender fingers towards my clit he rubbed and felt how wet I was his licked my slik off his fingers he played with my Pantie band

I bit my lip waiting for him to touch me

He dragged my panties down

lift up for me

I did as I was told now I was exposed I was scared but I trusted matt.

Lay down he ordered me

I layed down my legs spread he put my legs on his shoulders he looked at me with lowly lidded eyes he kissed my cunt and he stuck one of his fingers inside of me

I moaned softly as he kept going I stared at him waiting for another finger

You ready for another one baby?

Mhm I say as I moan lightly

He stuck 2 fingers in pumping in and out he found my spot curling his fingers touching my spot I moaned louder ffg fuck mh so good I say in heavy breath and Moans

He put his face to my cunt he sucked on my bud making my legs pull his face closer because I tried to close my legs as the pleasure got more intense

M- Matt I was panting This was the time of my life

fuck MaTt I’m almost t- oh! Y- yes I love you the knot in my stomach got tighter can I please cum I need to please Matt

I said asking for permission to cum cause I needed to be a good girl my eyes were rolling to the back of my head all that could be heard was me panting and Matt praising me

Yes you’ve been a good girl you can cum

Then the knot snapped he kept pumping me riding off my high and then he pulled away from my cunt my eyes were low but I looked down at his lips they had my fluid all over them he licked his lips and sucked on his fingers making a pop sound

I was panting trying to catch my breathe

Sweetheart are you sure your ready for me? I looked at him and nodded my head vigorously he took his shirt off and his boxers he was hard and it hit his stomach lightly

I gulped looking at it it was bigger than I expected

Get on your back

I layed on my back ready for him first he stormed himself then He rubbed the tip against my folds teasing me I licked my lips

Matt please I said needing him in me

He stuck a qauter of his whole self in I panted biting my lip trying not to moan too loudly as his brothers were in the house

He stuck it all the way in staring at me waiting for me to adjust to his size I nodded giving him an okay to move

He moved slowly at first it was a Mix of pain and pleasure then the pleasure washed over and I was going ballistic he looked at me groaning and soon enough he was ramming into me

Who does this pretty little pussy belong to?

Mhgh y- you matt fuck you feel so good in me

Good girl he picked up the speed even though I didn’t know could go any faster all that could be heard was skin slapping and our whimpers and moans colliding

One thing I know for sure is that his brothers heard us

he started whimpering I knew that he was getting closer to the end

I bit my lip trying to suppress my load moans Matt looked at me straight in my eyes

let me hear you

B- mmh your brothers

I don’t give a rats ass cause your mine they can give me shit all they want to but I’m with you right now

Him saying that meant like it has two meanings and fuck that turned me on even more m- matt

Yes sweetheart he said groaning and holding my legs he kissed me passionately then pulled away

He said grunting as he slammed into me my legs started shaking I- I’m close

Me too baby just hold on after a few more pounds he whimpered louder y/n w- where do you want me?

FUCK MAtt so good c- cum inside me

I moaned one last time as Chris cummed inside me he slowly slipped out and pulled his phone out and took a picture of his semen slowly dripping out my cunt

I closed my leg tightly i panted and sat up crawling and went into Matt’s arm he took a picture of me as I looked fucked out of my mind I couldn’t think all I knew is that I was in Matt’s arms

He gave me a kiss on my nose and put me down carefully I’m gonna get a rag and clean you up okay?

Mhm I said laying down he wiped my body off and picked me up he sat me on the toilet and ran a warm bath he set me in the bath smiling at me

Matt I love you so much

I love you more

My phone dinged he walked over to the bed and picked it up opening my phone since he knew my password and it was a text from nick

GIRL YOU DID IT?

I mean a win is a win but babes it 8 in the morning

I can’t believe you finally did it! So proud

I still can’t believe u just got freaky with my brother

Yknow what nvm

Text me back when u can

Matt looked at me confused so you texted my brother to help you get with me?

I covered my face from being ermbrassed

Steptember 2 2024

It’s been 4 months til me and Matt have been together and since I’m in the videos every one and then they see how I’m closer to Matt’s they ship us together I’ve seen edits of me clinging onto Matt and most of the fans ship us together

Matt walked in the room as I was finishing up writing in my journal Matt sat down next to me and kissed my nose in a way that was our way to tell eachother we loved them yes Matt? He looked at me

Soo we’ve been together for quite some time do you want to hard launch?

Are you sure I said because I knew how some of the fans would react

Yes I’m tired of having to wait off camrea to kiss you and love on you

Okay matt I leaned closer towards him and kissed his lips

I looked at my camera roll and found pictures of me and Matt together being a cute couple I posted a “small amount” of pictures of me and Matt

Hard launch luv u Matty!

30k likes

Matthewsturniolo love laying in your lap

^ yourusername than cmere and lay on my lap baby

^Nicolassturniolo finally I don’t have to do more work by editing you two out

^Christophersturniolo Finally they revealed their biggest secert

Sturniololife I KNEW IT THEYRRE SO CUTE TG

Lovingy/n wait I wonder how long they’ve been together?

Nickispooh why isn’t anybody talking abt the 2nd pic okay clingy matt I see you

^ yourusername he very clingy my clingy little Matt

Matthewsturniolo I am not

Yourusername Suree you aren’t.

Chriswife y/n is double caked up

Y/nsear MY DREAMS CAME TRUE

In the vlog we were trying baby food and Matt. Fed me my food everytime not letting me feed myself cause I’m his so called princess and princess get special treatment he wiped my chin and sucked off the excess baby food from his pinky finger

You’re so cute sweetheart

I smiled at him calling me that nick name ironically it made me feel sweet inside

and then nick and Chris rolled their eyes at us and called us love birds and fake gagged

the video was uploaded and the fans went crazy I’m glad we stopped being a secert I love Matt

GUYSS THIS TOOK FOREVER AND IM GONNA WORK IN SOME TEXTS WITH CHRIS AND A ONE SHOT SO BE READYY also here’s masterlist

[halstudandruz]

Gentleman in the Streets, Freak in the Sheets (NSFW)

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Kelly gets fed up when you tease him at work all shift (Dominate, kinda rough Kelly smut)

Warnings: Smut (18+), daddy kink, breeding kink¿, swearing

A/N: Anyone else find the gif incredibly sexy? Also, proof skimmed at 4am so don’t judge typos 😅

It was a quiet day in the firehouse. Ambulance 61 only running a few calls and everyone else passing the time by running drills or checking equipment. You had offered to make dinner, wanting to give Ritter and Gallo a break for once. You were far from a candidate, but you weren’t “all in” on the candidate hazing per say. They needed a break every once in a while too. Especially when trying to cook three meals a day for the pickiest men in Chicago. You were trying to decide how to marinate the chicken when your boyfriend walked into the lounge headed straight for the kitchen.

“You cooking tonight?” He asked when he spotted you in front of the stove. Watching you nod, he chuckled.

“You know we have candidates for that.” He teased.

“Yeah yeah I know, I also don’t care.” You retorted, having already had this talk before. “Hey! What are you doing?” You scolded as you watched him open up a cupboard digging through it.

“Getting chips.” He answered, nonchalantly.

“I’m making food!” You reminded him.

“And I will eat it, but I need something to hold me off in the meantime.” He replied, rolling your eyes, you turned back to the task. “Okay spices.” You thought out loud moving towards the cabinet Kelly was still digging through. Registering in your head that there was nobody else around except Mouch who was loudly snoring on the couch. Smirking you took the few steps towards your needed ingredients.

“Excuse me.” You mumbled slipping in front of Kelly where he was trying to reach something from

the back of the top shelf. Pushing yourself up on your tippy toes you attempted to grab spices off the bottom shelf, pushing your butt out to put pressure against his crotch before slowly moving back down on the heels of your feet, smiling effectively to yourself when you felt Kelly immediately tense above you swallowing a low groan, trying again and eliciting the same reaction. “I can’t reach it. Could you hand me that cayenne pepper?” You asked sweetly pointing to it, witnessing a pink tint appear across his cheeks, still pressed tightly against you, clenching his jaw when you wiggled your hips back against his. Tightly gripping the container he handed it to you. “Thank you, lieutenant.” You grinned sliding out from in front of him to make your way towards the counter. It wasn’t but two seconds before Kelly had you trapped up against the counter. Breathing heavy in your ear goosebumps traveling down your body at the warmth of his breath.

“You think you’re so sly. Such a little tease, trying to make daddy rock hard.” Kelly leaned over your back pushing his hips into your spine where you felt an obvious bulge. “You’re just giving me an invitation to bend you right over this counter and use you.” Kelly whispered into your ear as you started to chop up the celery coming centimeters away from chopping off your finger at his words. It had been a few days since you had sex and you knew you both were craving each other. When the sound of footsteps heading for you became clear he sprung away putting a respectable amount of space between the two of you.

“Is anybody making dinner around here?” Herrmann asked, appearing from the apparatus floor, Stella in tow behind him.

“Yeah, working on it.” You assured him watching Kelly retrieve a bag of chips and head towards the bunk room, cool relaxed demeanor drifting back over him. He was always better at hiding things than you, and this was likely a game you were going to lose at, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

You and Kelly had dated for awhile before accepting that the pressures of the job was starting to take a toll on your relationship. In order to healthily deal with your issues separately you decided to take a break, knowing that you would likely eventually end up back together, or at least hoping so. It was hard at first especially after finding out he had had a brief fling with Stella, one of your best friends in the house, but you had gotten through it and had been back together for a couple months. Nobody else in the house knew though, except Matt who you frequently ran into every morning in his kitchen.

You had taken plenty of opportunities to tease Kelly throughout the rest of the shift. Sending him dirty texts, accidentally running into him in the shower, innocently flirting with Gallo just to get a rise.

“Oh sorry are you almost done?” You asked sweetly watching Kelly shift his clothes from the washer to the dryer.

“Be my guest.” He moved out of the way for you to move towards the washer starting to throw your clothes into it when you heard him clear his throat. Turning you cocked your head when you saw him holding one of your thongs on his pointer finger. “Oops must’ve dropped that.” You played innocently, taking it from him to drop it into the machine feeling the heat of his body crowd you.

“What has gotten into you today?” He questioned, gripping your hips.

“I don’t know what you mean.” You bit your lip blinking up at him.

“Oh so you really were just interested in Gallo’s new workout regimen?” He smirked, pushing you completely against the washer.

“Kid’s looking swole what can I say?” You giggled.

“You must really want me to take you right here, Kitten.” He shook his head, lips moving centimeters away from yours. You hummed, waiting for him to make contact, but he never did. “Say it. Tell me.” He challenged right hand moving up to your bare stomach, finger pulling at the top of your pants.

“I want you.” You admitted and you could feel him smile against your own lips.

“How bad?” He encouraged, popping the button of your pants open, fingers inching further south.

“So bad.” You assured, moaning when the pad of his finger came in contact with your clit, his mouth muting the sound. You relaxed letting the pleasure seep into your body. Whimpering when one of his fingers pushed into you. Your own fingers were nothing compared to his and it had been too long since you felt them. Bracing yourself against his chest when he added another, thrusting them in and out.

“Fuck, Kel. Someone could walk in.” You reminded him trying to keep a clear head, that was very quickly fading.

“Let them. They can watch and see how wet and desperate I make you while fingering your little pussy. Then they can imagine what I do to you with my cock.” He whispered into your ear, causing your knees to buckle below you.

“Oh my god.” You breathed out when his thumb began to flick against your clit synchronizing with his thrusts, his dirty talk was always out of this world. You felt your legs begin to shake, head falling into your boyfriend’s chest, sharp breaths coming out just as the knot unraveled in your stomach. Kelly’s free hand wrapping around your waist to steady you. He waited for you to gain control of your balance again before removing his hands away from you.

“This is far from over.” Kelly kissed your sweaty forehead before retreating leaving you a disheveled mess. You left him alone for the rest of the night knowing if you went near him you were going to cave and this time you would be sure to be caught.

You had turned a boring shift into an entertaining one and you loved watching him squirm.

Unfortunately, you hadn’t gotten much sleep having run calls almost all night, one after the other, and you were so ready to fall into your big soft bed you had even forgotten about the game you were playing with your boyfriend. Up until you walked into your apartment. Dropping your bag to the floor you kicked off your shoes barely registering Kelly close behind you until he tugged on your wrist, taking you off balance causing you to fall right into him, his hard body insistently igniting a spark within you. His hands gripped your face bringing you in for a heated kiss, one that had you leaning back against the door almost immediately.

“Mmm.” You hummed, starting to feel your body summon a second wind.

“Are you too tired? Cause we can do this later.” Kelly pulled away to ask you sincerely, palm cupping your face.

“You seem to have woken me back up.” You chuckled arms circling around his neck to pull him back down to you, tongue joining his, gripping the bottom of his shirt you broke the kiss to tug it over his head.

“Don’t worry you have me so fucking horny this isn’t gonna take long.” He laughed unbuttoning your jeans as he licked across your jaw.

“I don’t know if Matt’s gonna want to see our clothes all over the floor.” You joked, stepping out of your jeans as he pushed them down.

“I asked him to give me an hour or two.” Kelly shrugged a cocky tone in his voice causing you to roll your eyes.

“It’s his apartment too.” You pointed out, shedding yourself of your shirt and bra, as Kelly tossed his jeans to the side.

“He can come home if he wants to, he just may regret it. Which is exactly what I told him.” Kelly replied, taking two steps towards you to throw you over his shoulder.

“Kelly!” You giggled unexpectedly.

“Shh we’re on a time limit.” He smacked your ass and you could hear the smile in his voice as he walked you towards your bedroom. Dropping you at the edge of the bed quickly covering the length of your body with his capturing your breasts in his hands, mouthing at your right nipple. Before his hands moved to explore all the parts of your body. The small pleasure sending goosebumps down your body. “You’ve been teasing daddy at work all shift. What if Herrmann or Stella would’ve seen you wiggling this perfect little ass against my crotch?” Kneading it into his palms. “Would you have liked that? Showing everyone how worked up you can get me? How hard you make me just by looking at you?” Kelly growled nibbling down your neck.

“Stella maybe.” You mumbled, causing him to chuckle.

“Jealous?” He inquired.

“Possessive.” You responded, squeezing his crotch for emphasis.

“She’s got nothing on you baby girl.” He promised, picking you up enough to lay you down. higher on your bed. “You have me so pent up you know that?” He rolled his hips down on yours thin fabric covering each of you, so you could clearly feel his full bulge, a soft moan escaping your lips at the action. Kelly smirked above you at the sound.

“You want it so bad don't you? You want daddy to fill you up good huh baby girl?” He taunted fingertips running up and down your thighs. You clenched your jaw trying to keep your hips firm against the bed not wanting to give into him so easily. “Awe come on. You know you love when I talk dirty to you. You tell me all the time, and I bet if I just move my hand a little south it’ll do all the talking for you.” He teased finger snapping the waistband of your underwear“Just tell me how bad you want this cock sweetheart. How you are soaking through your panties right now just thinking about it.” He continued hand very steadily moving closer to what you knew was going to be a pool of liquid between your legs. “And I will rock your world.” He promised biting hard at your collarbone just as his fingers met your clothed center, accompanied by a loud moan involuntarily filling the room. “Would you look at that?” He brought his glistening fingers up in front of your face, but you remained quiet chewing on your lips. “Oh so that’s how we’re gonna be today?” He raised an eyebrow before backing away from you, “you can get yourself ready then, or you’re not getting any.” He commanded.

“No, wait I’m sorry come-“ You started to reach for him but he leaned farther away.

“Your choice.” He smiled widely at you.

“Whatever, fine.” You pouted, you could certainly make this as torturous for him as it was for you. Slowly sliding your panties down your legs. “Oh hey you weren’t kidding, they are soaked.” You laughed, jokingly before throwing them at Kelly’s face. Spreading your legs wide for him to see fingers grasping your nipples first rolling them between your thumb and forefingers. Hips rolling at the feeling that warmed your body. Bringing your hand up to your mouth you made a show of your lips sucking two of your fingers, tongue circling around them humming a small moan that could still be clearly heard in the room. Hand trailing leisurely down your body. You could hear Kelly’s breath hitching as your hand connected with your center purposely moaning loudly enough to fill the apartment putting pressure against your clit. Finger teasingly sliding across your own entrance before circling it again. You could feel the juices starting to drip down your legs, getting impossibly wetter at Kelly’s dark eyes watching your every move. “Oh god.” You groaned, pushing in a single finger thrusting your finger up towards your stomach. Giving more attention to your clit before adding a second finger. “Yes, fuck yes.” You breathed hips pushing down towards your palm when you curled your fingers towards your g-spot already wishing it was Kelly’s dick.

“That’s it baby, play with your wet little pussy so daddy can watch. Such a pretty cunt.” Kelly praised. You hadn’t even realized your eyes had closed shut until you had opened them met with the sight of Kelly’s hand lazily stroking his fully hard shaft.

“Daddy..please.” You begged.

“What do you want sweetheart? Tell me.” He ordered eyes locked with yours.

“You to fuck me so hard I won’t be able to walk for days.” You whined hips still desperately moving with your hand. Kelly appeared back on top of you in seconds.

“Daddy’s ready to take such a long sexually frustrating day out on your perfect little cunt.” He teased nipping your earlobe as he lightly rubbed the tip of his dick between your folds. Slowly pushing his hips forward, your pussy immediately taking him in. “God baby you’re so fucking tight. How can you be this fucking wet and still so tight?” He growled, breaths coming out heavier as he continued to move forward waiting for you to loosen up for him. Focusing on the smell of him so close to you, the quiet little growls, the warmth of his body right against you had you relaxing quickly the pain of the intrusion subsiding within seconds.

“Move Kelly.” You encouraged him, digging the heels of your feet into the bottom of his back trying to pull him even deeper.

“Ah ah ah,” Kelly grabbed ahold of your hands pinning them above your head, “you’re here for daddy’s pleasure right now kitten.” He reminded you with a slow roll of his hips causing you to whimper. His hips moving in slow deliberate circles before thrusting hard all the way in you.

“Fuck!” You screamed, head falling back into the pillows. Your legs falling wider apart when he started moving in a steady rhythm. Quickly finding your soft spot, knowing your body inside and out. “There.” You informed him in a mumble, starting to lose the ability to think, worse with each thrust. He had your arms pinned above your head, hips pounding against yours as hard as possible. Moans and slapping of skin echoing in the room. It was crazy how quickly he could get you where you needed to be. Knew exactly the angle his cock had to enter and exactly the right speed, but he definitely knew what he was doing. Slowly his thrusts as soon as he knew the knot began to build in your lower stomach. Bringing you to the edge numerous times.

“Kelly, I'm getting close.” You warned, whining even louder when his thrusts came to a stop. “Kelly fuck baby come on stop doing that.” You begged, legs beginning to shake at the continuous edging feeling the knot disappear from the pit stomach again and you wanted to cry.

“As soon as you learned to call me by the correct name you can finish.” He teased. Your brain was too clouded to form a decent sentence let alone control what was actually coming out of your mouth.

“God daddy I’m sorry I can’t help it. I can’t even think straight right now.” Your body was wiggling uncontrollably trying to get the friction moving again, tears gathering in the corner of your eyes.

“You can and you will baby.” He ordered, slowly beginning to move again.

“Daddy please just let me cum. Please. Wanna cum around your cock so bad.” You begged, likely incoherently, but he must’ve felt bad as he moved his thumb down into to contact with your clit flicking against it in time with his thrusts.

“Ahhh holy shit yes! Daddy oh my god!” You yelled limbs locking when the pleasure exploded throughout your body. Shaking slightly, sounds flowing freely from your mouth, hands entwining with Kelly’s single hand above you. Stars were still clouding your vision when you tried to open your eyes, Kelly curling himself even closer against you, his head stuffed into your neck, groans continuously accompanying each of his breaths.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m so close baby girl. So fucking close. Keep clenching that pussy for daddy. Just like that.” He coached, feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“I can feel you twitching babe. I can feel how close you are daddy. You gotta pull out unless you want it in me.” You warned knowing within three strokes he was gonna fill you otherwise trying to push away the multiple voices in your head that admitted you would love nothing more.

“That’s exactly what I want princess, daddy’s gonna flood this tight perfect little pussy with his hot thick cum.” He grunted out and sure enough three strokes later you felt his cock swell, muscles tensing below your hands before spurting numerous amounts of cum against your walls, the warmth lighting your body on fire even more, Kelly collapsed onto your body, during the short fast thrusts he used to work himself through. Loud groans falling from his lips. Sweat covered your bodies sticking between the two of you.

Finally catching his breath a few minutes later he slowly pulled out of you, mind clicking and coming back to reality, eyes widening when he saw the cum running out of you, “Oh my god. Oh fuck baby I’m so sorry. Shit!” He panicked, eyes flicking from the mound between your legs to your face causing you to giggle.

“It’s fine, Kel.” You reassured him reaching for tissues to attempt any clean up.

“I should’ve asked. I let myself get way too carried away. I'm so sorry.” He ran a hand down his face.

“Would you be okay with having a baby with me?” You asked him sincerely.

“Well...yeah of course. I love you.” He nodded his head.

“Then it’s fine. We’re both adults. We know the risks of sex. If we really wanted to avoid it I would suggest more than just the pull out method. Plus if I was really worried I could’ve stopped you.” You shrugged. “Not saying I want to actively try but it certainly wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.” You admitted, having kept your feelings on this exact subject at bay for a while.

“You want to have a baby with me?” He asked, shocked.

“Eventually.” You answered and he smiled.

“Could you imagine telling everyone you’re pregnant and we’ve actually been back together for months.” He laughed at the thought.

“Well thanks to your lack of self-control that might be a reality.” You joked, giving him a pointed look.

“On the brightside you’d get to call me daddy more.” He said winking as he leaned down to capture your lips in a soft kiss.

“Nobody would ever believe the things you say to me in bed.” You thought out loud.

“Gentleman on the streets, freak in the sheets.” He shrugged, winking.

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when they wrongfully accuse you of cheating ~ misfits

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“Hello, can you do please do post about Misfits when they wrongly accuses reader of cheating? Have a nice day❤”

warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating, angst

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FITZ:

After his not so great run in with She Who Shall Not be Names (Katerino), Cameron’s trust levels were not very high. When he started dating you, he tried to push those concerns to the back of his mind. You had a similar experience with an ex as he had with Kate, so he felt the likeliness of you cheating on him was very slim. But then he met a friend of yours, a friend that happened to be a guy, a guy friend that Cameron felt was getting a little too close to you. This, unfortunately, resulted in a fight that lasted nearly an entire hour. “(Y/F/N) is just a friend, Cam! There’s nothing between us!” “You spend so much more time with him than you do with me, though. You’re always out together, you always want to hang out with him, you were even out with him the other night when you told me you were going out for a girl’s night!” You scoffed and handed the final blow of the argument, “If you fucking listened to me for one second you’d let me explain that (Y/F/N) is fucking gay!” You slammed the door behind you as you left Cameron’s apartment, leaving him speechless, heartbroken, and feeling like a complete fucking idiot.

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INOTORIOUS:

While Matt often did join in on the jokes at his expense with his friends, he couldn’t help but take them to heart too. He knew none of his friends meant anything by what they were saying, but he often found himself believing the playful insults they threw his way. This led to him believing he wasn’t good enough to be with you and worrying about the day when you’d realize you could do better and break up with him. All his fears and insecurities came to a head when he noticed how close of friends you and Cam were becoming. “I don’t like that you hang out with Cam so much.” You looked up at him over your laptop, raising an eyebrow. “Why not?” “I just...I don’t like it. I don’t mind that you’re friends with the guys, but you and Cam are...you’re different. I don’t like it.” You placed your laptop aside and sat up so you could directly walk to him. “What exactly is different about me and Cam?” “You just...you’re all touchy feely and you have inside jokes and you hang out alone together a lot...like...like a lot a lot.” “I don’t hang out with Cam alone at all. Usually one of the guys is there with us.” “You go out smoking weed with him.” “Yeah, and you can see us through the glass windows that lead out into the backyard, that’s hardly alone. What’s this really about, Matt?” He shuffled in his seat, not wanting to voice the concerns that he had. He was looking down at his hands, avoiding eye contact at all costs. This was enough of an answer for you. “You think I’m gonna fool around with Cam behind your back?” Matt started to shake his head, but then stopped. “Matt, you know I’d never do that to you. Cam is just my friend, I think of him as the big brother I never had.” “But he’s...he’s like...so much better than I am...” You stood up to hug Matt, bringing his head to your chest and cradling him as you ran your fingers through your hair. “Cam is far from better than you, Matt. You are the most amazing person I have ever met. I’d be crazy to let you go for anyone else, let alone Cam. You’re my one and only, okay? I love you.”

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MCCREAMY:

Long distance relationships sucked ass. Especially when the person you were dating was in a whole other country with a totally conflicting time zone. Having the times line up where you and Jay could call one another and talk for long periods of time very rarely ever lined up. It was hard, but the two of you tried your best. You texted each other at least once every day and tried to call when possible, and even posted cute little Instagram things just so you could tag one another in them. Jay saw one of these posts one day and his heart felt light with happiness. He wished he could just see you in person and finally be able to hold you and kiss you. He was about to continue scrolling when another post by you popped up, this time with another guy. It was a mirror selfie from a club of some kind. You were dressed in short shorts and a crop top and you were basically sitting in the guy’s lap. Jay felt himself becoming slightly angry at the post. Obviously you had meant to post it, there was a caption and the person was tagged, but had you meant for him to see it? He called you almost immediately, not caring if he was waking you or interrupting something. You answered on the second ring, sounding like you had been drifting off to sleep. “Jay? What’s up?” “Who is that in your latest Instagram picture?” You hummed in response, still out of it. “Didn’t I post one of the two of us?” “I meant before that.” You made another noise like you were thinking, before saying, “Oh, that’s (Y/F/N).” “Why were you sat on his lap in the picture?” “Jay, can we talk about this later? I can barley form a coherent thought right now so it feels like everything you’re saying it going over my head.” “No, I want you to tell me right now why you posted that picture with another guy.” There was some shuffling, then the sound of a light turning on. He could hear you yawn on the other end before you said, “Did you read the caption at all?” “A little.” He hadn’t. “Then you know that the picture is from years ago, before you and I even met. And that I was posting it to remember when (Y/F/N) and I met years ago in a bar when he photobombed a picture I was taking.” Jay was silent. He didn’t really know how to respond to that at all. He was starting to feel like an idiot, why didn’t he just read the caption? “I’m gonna go back to sleep,” you said, breaking the silence. “Call me at a reasonable time when you’re ready to apologize for whatever this was about.” Jay listened as you hung up, leaving him in shocked silence, feeling like a complete idiot.

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SWAGGERSOULS:

Despite his jokes online about his appearance, Swagger was actually pretty insecure about the way he looked. When the two of you had first started talking online, he refused to do video calls or to send you pictures for the first while because he was afraid you wouldn’t find him attractive. He build a small bit of confidence to finally start talking to you face to face and to actually meet you in person. But the insecurities regarding his looks were always there, and they led to your first fight as a couple when Swagger saw you dancing with a guy while you, the Misfits, and some of your girl friends were out together. “Why the fuck were you dancing with him?!” he called over the thumping club music. “I didn’t know I was dancing with him! I thought it was (Y/F/N)! We went out onto the dancefloor together and I thought she was still behind me. I didn’t know it was another guy until you came over.” Swagger scoffed and rolled his eyes. You raised an eyebrow at him. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” “Nothing.” “No, tell me Swagger.” “I just have a hard time believing you didn’t know some guy was grinding up behind you and you really just thought it was your friend. Did you really think I wouldn’t see? That I wouldn’t do anything about it?” “I didn’t fucking know!” “Whatever, (Y/N). Enjoy your dancing!” He left you shocked as you watched him walk away. Your face was on fire from anger and confusion, meanwhile Swagger was downing the beer he had in his hand, hoping to forget the night entirely when he woke up the next morning.

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TOBYONTHETELE:

Toby prided herself on not being jealous or jumping to conclusions. She had a massive amount of trust in you, she always had. You had never given her a reason to believe otherwise. But when you started hiding your text messages from her, taking your phone with you every time you left the room instead of just leaving it there like you usually did, being vague about where you were and what you were doing, Toby couldn’t help but feel suspicious. You had never acted this way before, and she knew she shouldn’t jump to conclusions but she just couldn’t help it. All the signs pointed to one thing: you were seeing someone else. Toby worried over it for so long that she nearly made herself sick, and that’s when she finally snapped. She confronted you when you came home from one of your secret “errands” you went on. “If you’re cheating on me, just fucking break up with me and get it over with.” You were shocked. “What? Babe, I’m not cheating on you. Why would you think that?” “You’re so secretive and you hide your texts from me and your phone. You’re always so open with me, but lately you’ve been hiding something. The only logical thing is you’re seeing someone else.” You tried to hold back your laugh but it was nearly impossible. You started to giggle, which frustrated Toby even more. “Toby, I’m not seeing someone else. It’s going to ruin everything, but I was being secretive cause I was trying to plan this big surprise birthday party for you.” You laughed harder at her dumbfounded face as you hugged her and kissed her cheek. “You know I’d never cheat on you, babe. I love you too much.”

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ZUCKLES:

Mason loved to party. Literally everyone knew that, you included. You were more than fine with that, but what you weren’t fine with was him always leaving you alone when he went to parties. At first it was just nerve wracking considering the fact that you didn’t know anyone, but then it became downright frustrating for your boyfriend to leave your side the minute you walked through the doors of a house party or a club. It was even worst because it gave creepy drunk guys the opportunity to try and flirt with you because you were there all alone. The night that Mason finally caught some guy getting a little too close to you, you felt relief when he saved you. The relief quickly went away when Mason’s angry face turned to face you. “Who the fuck was that?” You scrunched up your nose at the stench of alcohol coming from him. “Some creep. Can we go home?” “Why was he getting close to you like that?” You scoffed. “Why are you getting so angry? He was flirting with me, not the other way around Mason.” “I don’t like finding my girlfriend getting close with some other dude when I’m not around. How many times has this happened?” You felt anger rising within you. How the fuck was he here getting angry with you when you were the one being hit on by some creep? “It’s happened nearly every time that you have left me alone when we go out, Mason. Which, newsflash, has been every time we go out! Don’t fucking stand here and get angry with me when you leave me alone for creepy drunk guys to try and hit on every time we go out! Also, the fact that you’d even think that I would hit on a guy when you’re not around is an extremely low fucking blow, Mason. I love you more than anything, I would never even think about flirting with someone else. The fact that you’re accusing me of anything right now and not listening to me is so fucking disgusting. I thought we had trust Mason!” When you started to walk away, Mason grabbed your arm. “Where are you going?” You yanked your arm free and responded, “Home! You make the decision if you trust me enough to believe me!”

[leossmoonn]

How to Shut Up an Immortal Witch

masterlist

pairing - silas (from tvd) x fem!reader

type - angst, fluff

note / request - “Sicne you are writing Silas, can i rewuest a fic, where Silas kidnaps the reader, who he's in love with, when there is some supernatural drama going on, and then they go on a road trip together, where he is annoying tf outta her, and she can jsut sit there bc she can't escape him. Then she warms up to him, when they are staying at a motel, then they share a bed, theres a lot of banter, and then when he won't go to sleep, the reader kisses him to shut him up, and then they're in for a kinky night ;) (don't add smut tho)” enjoy!!

summary - you and silas get close after he kidnaps you

warnings / includes - lil backstory: you and matt were never dating, but you two flirted a lot. language, suggestive, kissing, alluding to sex at the end

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*gif isn’t mine*

You woke up to the sound of a car engine roaring. You opened your eyes slowly, moving around to regain consciousness. You squinted as the harsh sun rays sun glared at you. You looked around, recognizing you were in a car, but not recognizing the scenery from outside. 

“Ah, I see you’re awake. You look so peaceful when you sleep.” A taunting and familiar voice said next to you. 

You turned to the voice, jumping when you realized who it was. 

“Silas! What the hell am I doing in this car?” You exclaimed. 

Silas beamed. “We’re on a road trip.”

You turned to the car door, trying to open it so you could jump out. Even with the lock undone, it still wouldn't budge open. 

“I knew you would do that so I put a spell on the doors,” Silas stated.

You scoffed, turning to look at him with a hard glare. “Why?”

Silas shrugged. “Cause.”

“Ugh! Let me out now!” You demanded, now trying to kick the door.

“Calm down. I’m not gonna hurt you,” Silas said. 

You turned to him with an unbelievable expression. “Oh, yeah? Well, I don’t believe you.”

Silas glanced at you for a few moments, smiling. “You’re so cute when you’re mad, you know? So adorable, so small.”

“Shut up.” You mumbled, heat creeping up your face. You stopped trying to get the door open, slumping back in your seat. 

Silas chuckled. “See? So precious.” He pointed to the embarrassed look on your face, going to poke your cheek. 

You swatted his hand away and rolled your eyes. “You never answered my question.” “Which one?” Silas chuckled. 

“The ‘why am i here?’ one,” you repeated. 

“Well, I don’t mean to flatter you too much, but I am in love with you. Watching you flirt with Matt over what alcohol will get you drunk the fastest was so disgusting to watch, I had to stop it. So when you were taking a nap, I decided to take you on a drive,” Silas explained. 

“You mean kidnap me?”  You accused. “What! I did no such thing!” Silas defended. 

“I never said yes!” You laughed incredulously.

“But you never said no,” Silas grinned. You groaned, “You are unbearable.” “Unbearably in love with you.” “I hope we crash and die,” you muttered. “Oh, don’t say that. You have the perfect little life every girl wants,” Silas remarked. 

“Not with you here,” you muttered. Silas scoffed, “You are so rude.”

“Then why do you like me so much?” You smirked.

Silas looked at you with a teasing grin. “Because you’re extremely beautiful, painfully kind, incredibly smart. And annoyingly hard to get.”

“Ah, so you like the chase, huh? And adverbs,” you chuckled. 

“I admit, I do,” Silas laughed with you.

“Then why not chase your girlfriend Amara?” You asked. 

“Because I don’t know where she is,” Silas answered. “Why not ask Tessa?” 

“Because she wants to kill me. She’s a little bit of a psycho.” “More of a psycho than you?” You teased. “You’re funny. Another reason why I like you,” he said. 

You sighed and ran your fingers over your face in distress. You looked out the window, wondering what you did wrong for you to end up with a magic bag of bones. 

“Hey, that’s not nice,” Silas frowned. 

You furrowed your brows and looked at him again. “What?”

“You called me a bag of bones. At least call me a hot bag of bones,” Silas said.

“You can read my mind?” 

“Yep. Immortals can do that.” You crossed your arms around your chest. “Well, you’re not hot.”

Silas smirked, “I know you hate me because your friends hate me and it’s a whole bandwagon thing, but you can’t deny I am hot.”

“You are not,” you denied. 

He was right. You did hate him, but he was devastatingly handsome. Much like Stefan, who you actually never had romantic feelings for. You felt weird that you found Silas attractive, considering he looked like your best friend, but then again, he wasn’t Stefan, so it wasn’t that weird. 

“Denial is not a fun emotion, Y/n. Better just admit I’m good-looking. Better looking than Stefan,” Silas said. 

“Stefan is so much better than you,” you scoffed.

“How so?” Silas asked. 

“Well, for one he’s much nicer and humble. He values his friends and family, he’s super smart and a good listener. Oh, and he doesn’t kidnap people,” you listed off. 

“Do girls really like all of those things?” Silas asked. 

“Yes, we do,” you said. 

“Hm, interesting. Amara never seemed to care.”

“Because Amara’s the type of girl that’s fine with dating a guy who already has a girlfriend,” you stated. 

“I see. Well, what can I do to make you like me more?” Silas asked, genuinely wondering. He wanted to do whatever he could to woo you.

“Take me back home.” “No can do.”

“Then what was even the point of that question?” You groaned.

“I thought you were gonna say you wanted jewelry or food or something,” he shrugged. 

“Well, I am hungry. So if you want me to like you, you can stop at a diner,” you answered. 

“Coming right up!” Silas grinned. 

He drove for 10 more minutes before parking at a local diner. You went to open the door, but Silas grabbed your arm. Your body froze, the feeling of his hand on you was unnerving, but strangely pleasant at the same time. It was new and after a few seconds of having it on you, you didn’t really seem to mind all that much. But you couldn’t give in to the small feelings that were beginning to develop. You knew they were just there because you hadn’t dated anyone in a while and he was a handsome guy. So you put on your angry face and turned to look him in the eye. 

“What?” You snapped. 

“Oh, someone doesn’t like being touched,” Silas chuckled. “Warning before you step out. If you ever try to escape, I will knock you out, take you to somewhere where your friends will never find you, call your friends, and then kill them only for you to wake up with nobody but me to call your friend.”

And the feelings faded as fast as they came. “How romantic,” you scoffed. 

Silas grinned, “I try.”

“Can you let me go now?” Your eyes flickered to his hand that had a harsh hold on you. 

“Right,” Silas let go of your arm, his eyes trained on your lips in a not-so-secretive manner. 

You got out of the car, ignoring his stare. You practically ran into the diner, not having eaten in more than 5 hours. You got seated, opening a menu quickly. Silas walked in, setting a boundary spell on the place in case you tried to run out. He sat across from you, picking up a menu. 

“All of these are so unhealthy. How do you people stand to eat like this all the time?” Silas asked. 

“Some people do, I don’t,” you answered simply. 

“That’s why you have an amazing figure, huh,” Silas flirted. 

You looked at him with disgust. “You are all the bad parts of a man.”

Silas groaned, “I’m complimenting you! I thought that’s what women liked.”

“Yeah, women who like you back. But guess what, I don’t.” “Well, that’ll change soon.”

“And how do you know that?” You asked. “Because I just do,” he shrugged.

You rolled your eyes, deciding on a meal. A waitress came over and you ordered your food.

“Such a hypocrite,” you chuckled, sitting back in your booth. 

“What do you mean?” He asked. “You ordered a milkshake, which is just as bad as a cheeseburger,” you said.  “Do you know what my body looks like? It doesn’t matter if I have just one milkshake,” Silas said. You rolled your eyes. “You are so conceited.”

“Comes with the charm,” Silas winked at you. 

You couldn’t help but smile a little. Silas noticed the corners of your lips upturned. He couldn’t help but smile at you. 

“See, you like me a little.” 

You frowned immediately. “I don’t and I never will.”

“Liar, liar, pants on fire.”

“You get those insults from the children’s blood you’ve been feeding off of all these years?” You joked. 

“Yes, actually,” Silas smiled proudly. 

Your eyes widened. “I…”

“Kidding! I’m kidding. Lighten up, gorgeous,” Silas smiled. 

“Now you’re gonna call me nicknames. I’d rather drop dead.” “I can do that for you, you know.” You glared at him. “Wow, how charming.”

“That’s me!” Silas pointed to himself. You chuckled to yourself, averting your gaze from him to your lap. 

“So, I don’t know much about you,” Silas said. 

“You’re right. You don’t. So how are you in love with me? Is it my looks that you’re so “in love” with?” You asked. 

“No. I actually am in love with you because of your personality, mind you. I just don’t know a lot about you,” he shrugged.

“What do you want to know?” You asked. 

“You’re actually willing to tell me things?” Silas asked, surprised. 

“Better than the awkward silence that I know will arrive if I just ignore you,” you said. 

“Hm, true. Well, what’s your middle name?” “Seriously? That’s what you wanna know?” You judged. 

Silas smiled, “It’s a simple question with a simple answer.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine. My middle name is M/n.”

“Y/n M/n L/n. I like it. Now what about, Mrs. Silas Y/n L/n. Now, that I love,” Silas grinned. 

“Weirdo,” you muttered. 

“I heard that!”

“Good,” you gave him a sarcastic smile. 

“Dog or cat person?” He asked. 

“Cat.” “Do you wish you were a vampire or witch?” 

“Neither. I like being human.” “Who’s your favorite singer?”

“Y/f/s.”

“What is your cup size,” he smirked. 

You opened your mouth to answer, but caught yourself. “You’re funny.”

Silas sighed, “Ah, so close.”

“You are so weird.”

“Weirdly cute, right?” Silas suggested. “Nope. Not one bit,” you smiled sweetly. 

Silas put his arms on the table, leaning forward. “You have such a pretty smile.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “And you have such a punchable face.”

“I think you said “handsome” wrong,” Silas nope. 

You shook your head. “Nope, I think I said what I said correctly.”

Silas smirked, sitting back and not saying anything. The waitress came with your food and you two ate quickly in silence. By the time you were done, it was nighttime, and you were exhausted.

“Is there a motel nearby?” You asked. 

“Yeah, I think there’s one a few miles up,” Silas said. “Great, let’s go,” you said, getting up. 

“Aren’t you gonna pay the bill?” Silas asked. 

You scoffed, “First, you kidnap me, second you ignore my hints to stop talking to me, and now you want me to pay? You are such a prick!”

You went to storm out of the diner, but Silas grabbed your hand. Your head snapped down to him. 

“I…. I’m. sorry, okay?” Silas said. “I’ll take care of the bill. Just go back to the car and promise me you won’t run, please.” You looked deeply into his eyes, enjoying seeing Silas beg. You also enjoyed seeing the humility in his eyes. The way his brows were furrowed, his lips downturned into a frown. His grip on your hand also wasn’t as tight as before. He was afraid to hurt you and see you go. 

“Fine,” you sighed. “But hurry, I’m tired.” Silas nodded, his hand lingering on yours for a few more moments. You noticed this and your stomach flipped continuously, tingles rushing up your arm and down your spine.

You hated to admit it, but you were attraction to him now. With his constant compliments, handsome face, and the fact he actually apologised, your feelings were lot bigger than they were a few hours ago. Not enough to actually go out of your way and try to make a romantic relationship out of the this, though. It was just one of those little high school crushes people got for a few months then met someone knew who was actually worth their time. Right?

Silas finally let go of your hand, the warmth that he was radiating off disappearing. He undid the boundary spell right as you opened the door. You went to the car, getting in quickly and turning on the heat as it was chilly. You sat against the seat, finding yourself dozing off. 

Silas came back, smiling at you fondly as he saw you sleeping.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, running his fingers along your skin lightly. He stared at you for a few more minutes before starting the car. 

The engine woke you up again, but you kept your eyes closed until you reached the motel. 

“Wake up, Y/n. We’re at the motel,” Silas said softly. 

You opened your eyes, laying eyes on a smiling Silas. 

“We’re here?” You asked. 

“Yep,” Silas nodded. “Alright,” you sighed, getting out of the car. 

You two walked into the motel, getting a room. 

“We don't have any rooms with two beds available. Is one okay?” The woman at the desk said. 

You were about to object when Silas beat you to it. 

“It’s perfect! Thank you,” Silas smiled, taking the keys from her. You looked at Silas incredulously.

“Of course. Have a nice night you two!”

“You as well,” you smiled before walking off to beat up Silas.

“What the hell was that?” You asked, pushing him slightly.

“What was what?” Silas. asked innocently. 

“The one bed thing! I am not sleeping the floor,” you said. “I wasn’t gonna have you sleep on the floor! I was gonna have us sleep together,” Silas smiled. 

“Ugh, so gross. And to think I was actually beginning to like you,” you muttered. 

“What was that?” Silas asked.

You rolled your eyes. “Just saying how much of a big asshole you are.”

Silas looked away from you and frowned. He had heard what you said and was happy you were beginning to warm up to him, but seeing as you just blatantly called him an asshole, he was beginning to think that maybe you two would just never be and you would never like him as he wants you too. 

He shook the negative thoughts from his head. He was an immortal witch for God’s sake. He wasn’t going to force you to be with him, that would be wrong and not the way he would want you to be together. But what he could do was impress you with his magic and keep complimenting you. Because as much as you said you hated him complimenting you, the reactions your body gave said otherwise. 

“How about I sleep on the floor?” Silas suggested. 

You sighed. “No, i…it’s fine. Just don’t try and cuddle me or you'll end up with a broken nose.”

Silas smiled. “Yes, ma’am.”

You two went into your room, which was very cramped.  

“Shit, I don’t have a change of clothes,” you muttered. 

“You can just wear mine,” Silas shrugged. 

You furrowed your brows. “What do you mean?”

“Well, so I brought myself a change of clothes,” Silas explained. “But not me any?” You exclaimed. 

“Well, I couldn’t stay in your house for long. What if Stefan or Damon came in?” Silas said. 

You groaned, “Fine. I'll sleep in your clothes.”

“Great! You like shorts or sweatpants?” He asked. 

“Sweatpants are fine, thanks. I’m going to take a shower. I’ll leave the bathroom door unlocked, you can just set the clothes on the toilet, thanks.” You said, not looking at him and going to the bathroom. 

Silas nodded and went out to get the duffle bag he had packed. He came back to the shower running. As he got out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, as well as a toothbrush and toothpaste, and went into the bathroom and set it on the top of the toilet like you had asked. He was about to go out when he heard you singing. 

You shut off the water, though, causing Silas to slightly panic. He quickly ran out to the bed, pretending he had been looking at his phone the whole time. You closed the bathroom door, smiling as you saw the toothbrush and toothpaste. 

“Maybe he isn’t so bad,” you said to yourself. 

You dried off and got ready for bed, opening the door to see Silas shirtless and changed into sweatpants. You couldn’t help but stare at his prominent abs and broad, strong-looking shoulders. It looked like he was sculpted by the gods. 

“Well, you could say I was sculpted by myself since I am immortal,” Silas smirked, reading your thoughts again. 

“Stop doing that. It’s creepy,” you said. 

“Sorry not sorry,” Silas smiled. 

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever. I’m going to bed.”

“Alright. I’ll go and get ready, then,” Silas said, getting up. 

He walked close by you, brushing his hands against your’s. You moved away quickly and went to the bed, curling up into the pillows. As Silas got ready for bed, your mind wandered to him. You pulled the collar of his shirt up to your nose. You closed your eyes and smelled his scent, butterflies escaping your stomach. You then started thinking of what you felt when his hand touched yours. 

He was so warm. Even with just a little touch like that, your whole body lit on fire. You weirdly felt safe when he touched you, which was ironic since he was the one who kidnapped you. He was super handsome up close, too. 

Silas came back out and you pulled the shirt down.

“Not asleep yet? Why?” Silas asked. 

“Not tired enough, I guess. My shower woke me up a little,” you lied. 

“Ah, I see,” Silas said. You felt the bed dip as he climbed in. 

Silas then used his magic to turn out the lights. 

“That was cool,” you commented. 

Silas smiled.  “Wanna see something else cool?”

“Sure,” you said, turning around to face him. 

He held up his hand, his fingers tips lighting up with fire. 

“Wow, nice. Just don’t burn me,” you joked. 

Silas waved his flaming hand close to your face. 

“Silas! Stop!” You giggled and covered your face. 

Silas smiled and the flames disappeared. 

“Wow, it’s a lot colder without those flames near me,” you chuckled, cuddling into the covers. 

“I can fix that,” he said. He pointed to the furnace and shot the heat up a few degrees.

“Thanks,” you smiled. 

“Of course. Anything for you, gorgeous,” Silas smiled. 

You sighed. “Hey, I have a question.”

“And I have an answer.”

You smiled a little. “How can you be in love with Amara and me at the same time?”

“The same way Elena was in love with Stefan and Damon,” Silas answered. 

“I mean, why choose me and not her? She’s your soulmate,” you explained. 

Silas sighed and put his hands under his head. “I’m afraid it’s not that simple.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, like I said before, I don’t know where Amara is. Also, what you said earlier about her being the type of girl to allow cheating? Yeah, I’ve realised that’s not the type of girl I want to be with. I want to be with someone who is kind, understanding, funny. Likes to go on adventures. Someone who has good morals and values. Someone who wants a family,” Silas explained. 

“So, you want someone who is the polar opposite of you?” You asked. 

“They could change me.”

“Men like you can’t be changed,” you chuckled. 

Silas turned to you. “You can change me.”

You looked at him, your heart fluttering at his suggestion. “I… That’s not possible.”

“You don’t know it’s not possible until you’ve tried it,” he said, his eyes trailing down to your lips and his head leaning in. 

You noticed this and your eyes traveled down to his lips, too. Leaning in was tempting, but you knew you would probably regret it. So you turned around, even though every fiber in your body screamed no. 

“I’m going to bed,” you said. 

Silas frowned, laying on his back. “Alright. If that’s what you want.”

You didn’t answer, you just sighed and closed your eyes. You were about to fall asleep when Silas spoke. 

“What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?” He asked. “You know, I’m thinking of going to iHop or something. Oh! Maybe Pancake house? Denny’s? All sound so yummy.”

You groaned quietly, settling into your pillow, trying to block his voice out. 

“What’s your favourite breakfast food? I love waffles. Waffles are so much better than pancakes, aren’t they? Pancakes are so heavy and not crispy. Waffles are so much crispier. Ugh! I want a waffle now. I could probably conjure one up now. Do want-”

You sat up and turned around. “Shut up!” You shouted before doing the only thing you that would really shut him up. You kissed him. 

Silas was taken by surprise from you. Not quite expecting that. You were also surprised by how good it felt. You never realised how amazing it would feel to actually kiss him. His lips were so soft and the way his hands gripped your waist was mind-dizzying. He kissed you back with gentle passion, something you did not expect from him.

You pulled away, looking him straight his the eyes.

“What possessed you to do that?” Silas asked. 

“I just wanted you to stop talking,” you answered. 

Silas smiled. “Well. wanna do that again? The kissing, I mean.”

You ignored the part of your brain that told you it was a bad idea, leaning into him. 

“Yes, I do.”

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Love Drunk | Shawn Mendes

Summary: Shawn gets drunk at Brian’s birthday party and you take him home, but not without him getting a little goofy on you. [drinking] [established relationship] [drunk shenanigans]

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Dealing with drunk Shawn is always a bit of a headache, but depending on what kind of drunk, it's more or less bearable. Tonight it's tequila drunk. That means forgetful, clingy and emotional. It's Brian's birthday and you're all out at a club in downtown Toronto. Drinks have been flowing all night, partying and rowdiness is at an all time high and you are sober as can be. Why? Because you're pregnant, still very early, only two months, but pregnant nonetheless.

Initially Shawn wasn't going to drink. He said he wanted to have a few beers and just hang out with the guys. Then one friend after another began buying rounds of shots, and Shawn being the fun loving guy he is, took said shots. He did check in with you though, asked if you were alright with him getting fucked up with Brian for the night. Of course you were fine with it. It's his best friend's birthday, a once a year type of thing. No problem. Until the tequila rounds started flowing.

Three hours into the party and you've lost Shawn. It's not hard, the club is packed. It's after midnight and you're feeling tired, wanting to go home and curl up, but you know you can't leave Shawn without notifying him. So you wade out onto the dance floor to find him.

A solid three minutes passe before you find Shawn, Brian and Matt dancing with a group of women. You aren't worried in the least, Shawn is loyal to a fault. He'd die before laying hands on another woman and you know that, no matter how wasted he is.

"Shawn!" You shout, voice lost in the pounding music.

Shawn flips his hair and laughs at something Matt says, clearly not having heard you.

"Shawn, hey!" You grab his shoulder and he turns, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed. "Oh buddy."

"H-hey." Shawn smiles and you raise your eyebrows. It's not just a 'hey I'm happy to see you" smile, but his flirty little smirk-y smile. He's toasted.

"I'm gonna head out okay? Get a ride with one of the guys’ Uber if you want to stay." You lay your hand on his arm and he twists his finger around a bit of hair laying across your shoulder, the other rests on your hip and he steps in, eyes raking over you. It's been ages since he's pulled these sort of moves on you.

"So soon? Can you stay a little longer? I just wanna talk." He steps in even closer and gives you that look. The one where you know he's blitzed out of his mind and trying desperately to flirt.

"I'm very tired. We can talk at home?"

Shawn's eyes go wide. "You wanna take me home? Damn."

"Shawn. You're flirting with me. Are you alright?"

"I'm perfectly fine."

You raise your eyebrows. "Uh huh. What's my nickname?" This is a test, to see what he comes up with. If it’s Honey then he’s completely plastered, if it’s Princess then he’s drunk but mostly cognizant, if it’s Sweetheart then he’s just tipsy.

"Baby?" Shaw furrows his eyebrows and sighs with a shake of his head. "Honey. You're Honey."

You let out a little chuckle. "Oh boy, you're really smashed."

"You're really pretty."

"Yep you're gone." You wrap your arms around him and he snuggles into you. "Sorry guys I'm taking him with me."

Matt and Brian protest briefly but are distracted by their lovely lady friends.

"You smell good." Shawn buries his face in your neck. "Like sunshine."

"Thank you big guy." You try to walk him toward the bar away from the crowd but he doesn't move. "We gotta go, you have to walk Shawn."

"I can't. I'm so dizzy." He grips your back and you struggle to support his weight. "I wanna go home."

"I'm trying to do that." You sigh and pull his head up off your shoulder. "But you're being difficult."

Shawn stares at you, eyes struggling to focus. "I love you."

"I love you too bud."

"I wanna marry you." He pets your cheek haphazardly. "You're so pretty."

You stifle a giggle and grab the hand on your face. "You've already done that, see?" You wiggle your fingers around his hand and he glances at the ring around your finger.

"You're married?!"

"To you!"

Shawn steps back and you reach out to catch him as he stumbles back into a group of people dancing. "Holy shit I'm married." He turns to a guy on his left and he grabs his shoulder. "I'm married! That's my wife! That's my fuckin' wife!"  

You wave awkwardly and pull Shawn away. "Come on, you're way too wasted."

"You're my wife." He coos and leans on you. "I'm so lucky."

"Mmhmm." You guide him to the exit and out to the car.

Shawn slumps down in the passenger side and you close the door. When you get in he's playing with your mirror ornament that is a crystal on a chain.

"Wanna know the best part of being married?" You ask as you make your way toward the apartment.

"Mm?" He grunts, focusing on the crystal in his hands.

"You're gonna be a dad."

Shawn is silent for a full five minutes. It's as if he's processing what you said, like it's the first time he's heard this although it's definitely not. Just as you pull into the parking garage he speaks. "Is...is it my baby?"

"Yes, it's your baby."

"Where is it?"

You park and he is staring at you. "It's still in my tummy."

"But you're not pregnant?"

"I am." You laugh and rub your stomach. "It's still just small, like a tiny grape so I'm not showing yet."

Shawn leans back and you reach over the console to grab his hand.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm so fucking drunk." He closes his eyes and he's got tears running out of the corners of them. "I need to lay down. I have too many feelings."

"Are you gonna be sick?"

"Maybe."

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Ten minutes later you get Shawn up to the apartment and in bed. He's still clothed but it's a start. He passes out as soon as he hits the mattress and you pull off his shoes and go to get cleaned up for bed.

An hour or two passes and you've showered, cleaned yourself up for bed, made some snacks for Shawn when he wakes up, and folded some laundry. The snacks are just peanut butter and celery and some carrots with cheese cubes. It may seem ridiculous but it's easier to make those and put them in the fridge where Shawn will see them than it is to deal with him rummaging the fridge and inevitably ending up with a carton of ice cream he leaves out or a bag of chips he leaves open somewhere.

"Princess?"

You turn and look up from where you're loading the dishwasher. Shawn is leaning on the kitchen island. "You're awake." He only calls you princess when he's sobered up a bit. The nap has done some good.

"Mmm."

You cross the kitchen and cup his cheek. "You feeling okay?"

"Yeah."

"I was just about to go to bed."

He closes his eyes.

You lean forward and give him a little kiss. "Come on, back to bed."

"You stole a kiss!"

"What?" You laugh, tugging his hand. "I stole it?"

"Give it back."

"Shawn."

He stumbles forward and you wrap your arms around him as he backs you into the wall. "Give my kiss back."

"How do I do that?"

"Unkiss me."

You pet his hair back and he looks so distraught. "You're serious? I can't unkiss you."

Shawn groans. "Yeah huh." He purses his lips and you give them a peck. "See?"

"Okay?" You giggle and he smiles. "Happy?"

He nods.

"Will you go to bed now?"

He nods and you lead him to the bedroom. He flops down in bed, letting out a long sigh. "I'm sorry I got so drunk."

"Why?" You sit beside him and pull back the blankets. "It's alright to get a little crazy once in a while."

"But you can't drink. It's not fun taking care of me."

"I don't mind. Like I said, it's not like this is a regular thing."

Shawn crawls up the bed and you cover him with the blankets before you get in. "I love you."

"I know. I love you too."

He traces his finger over your lips and you smile, which makes him smile in return. "How did I get so lucky?"

"I don't know," you giggle, "but I do know you need to go back to sleep. Enough talking."

He strokes your hair and pulls you against him. Now comes the clingy part of his tequila drunk mannerisms, and arguably the best part. He tangles his legs with yours and holds your chest and head flush to his body. You just curl into him and let him get this out of his system.

"We're really having this baby huh?"

You nod and he noses your hair. "We sure are."

"I hope it's a boy....no, a girl. I don't care as long as it's a human."

"A human?" You laugh. "I'm not having an alien baby unless you have a secret I should know about."

"Oh no, I've exposed myself." He chuckles sleepily. "My plans are for nothing now."

"You're such a weirdo."

"Mmm your weirdo." He rubs his hand up and down your spine. "You wouldn't change a thing."

"I sure wouldn't."

Shawn goes quiet after that, seemingly having passed out again. You're exhausted as well. In the morning he will be hung over and he will probably feel guilty and want to spoil you to make up for it, but you won't let him. He already treats you enough, it's his turn to be the one who is spoiled and you'll make sure he is.

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Hello Darling pt3

Summary: (y/n) is the salvatores younger sister and she is low key in love with one of the originals. You know which one. The only problem is he is a low key psychopath and neither of them remember that this isn’t their first meeting.

Warnings: just harmless flirting

A/N: I’ve been in love with Kol Mikaelson for 3 days now. I’m being forced to watch vampire diaries with my mom and Kol and the rest of the original family are like the only reason I’m still watching it.

You hadn't gotten any sleep last night. You spent 3 hours in the emergency room with Matt because he wouldn't drink your blood. He didn't want to risk becoming a vampire. But you were trying to be a nice person nowadays so you respected his decision and waited with him at the ER. You didn't get home till 4 in the morning, and it took you at least an hour to get out of that stupid dress you had worn. You really wish you hadn't had gone to that stupid party. It had been filled with one disappointment after another, but now you were home in your apartment. With no annoying brothers, no doppelgänger sluts, and no originals. The sun was coming up and you were finally able to get some sleep for the day.

You didn't wake up till about 12 in the afternoon. By the time you showered and left your apartment it was already 1 o'clock so you were shocked when you arrived at your brothers house in time to see Rebekah Mikaelson leaving in the same dress she had worn to the party the night before. She only ignored you and walked out of the house. Not even making eye contact with you.

Damon walked down the stairs barely dressed after having obviously just taken a shower.

"What was Rebekah doing here?" You knew exactly what she had been doing, but you needed your brother to admit it.

"She was just leaving." He smiled and walked away trying to ignore your question. You followed him into the library.

"No Damon, I mean why was she here in the first place?"

"I may or may not have gotten drunk and brought her back here after Elena shut me down last night." He poured himself a drink.

You couldn't help but laugh at your ass of an older brother. It was only a couple hours ago that he accused you of sleeping with an original and here he is brushing off his one night stand like it didn't matter that he's a big fat hypocrite. "You know what? Eat Shit Damon."

"Aww come on (y/n) so what if I slept with Rebekah. Why do you care?"

"I care because last night when you weren't busy fawning over Elena you were slut shaming me for being around an original but today you're sleeping with one of them like it's no big deal. So yeah, Damon. eat shit and see if I care!" You stormed out of the house, not wanting to be around your brother any longer. He was a jerk and he never made an effort to apologize for it. Not like he did with Stefan at least.

You decide it was best if you went back to not caring and day drinking. So you headed back to the mystic grill and picked back up where you left off yesterday, half way through a bottle of whiskey.

By the time ten o'clock rolled around you were on your fourth bottle of whiskey and you were starting to crave something stronger, something that didn't come from a bottle. You looked around the room eyeing everyone in the bar. It was really packed since it was ten-o'clock on a Saturday. You were sizing everybody up to see who you could snatch away and take a bite out of. You notice some girl walking towards the bathroom. You quickly finished your drink and tried to go after the girl. But when you turned to leave your seat Kol was standing in front of you, blocking you from going after the girl.

"Hello Darling, I see your day drinking again. Whiskey of all things. Most girls are into champagne and fruity cocktails nowadays but you really aren't must girls are you." He set his coat on the back of the chair and set down next to you at the bar.

You really didn't want to see Kol right now or really ever. You saw another girl head to the bathroom so you gave up trying to feed from them and refilled your whiskey glass. "Not like most girls? Was that supposed to be a complement? You're gonna have to do better than that after what you did." You kept staring at the wall in front of you. You didn't want to look at him right now. Hell you didn't want him to be there right now.

"Oh yes how is the quarterback? All hyped on vampire juice and healed now?"

"No, he wouldn't take my blood. I had to sit in the ER with him all last night."

"Oh so is that why you're here drinking?"

"Why are you here Kol?" You turned to face him.

"Would you believe if I said that I care about your problems?" You rolled your eyes and you could tell he was just being sarcastic. "Yeah I wouldn't either. I'm not usually the one to care about other people and their problems. That was usually Elijah. Though I do feel different after having been daggered and living in a coffin for so long maybe I can give it go. So how about you tell me your problems and I'll tell you mine?"

You ignored him, just went back to staring at the wall and drinking your whiskey. "Well fine then I'll start first. Today my brother and my mother tried to kill me and all of my siblings, but then your brothers accidentally stopped them by killing my brother, permanently this time, before my mother could complete her spell. So now she's off in the wind trying to figure out how to finish us off."

He took the whiskey bottle from you and grabbed an empty glass to fill it up. You just stared at him, you felt bad about what had happened to him. You couldn't even imagine what he must be feeling right now. "I'm so sorry about what happened with your mother and for what my brothers did. I had no idea they were planning any of this. Which one of your brothers was it?"

"Finn." He downed what he could of the whiskey and refilled. He was obviously having a bad day.

"Were you two close?"

"No not really. He was a lot older and he spent the better half of the last millennium in a box for having a stick up his ass."

"Your family is something else."

He laughed a bit "You're telling me. So what happened to you today? Couldn't be any worse than my day."

"No but it wasn't any good." Kol just kept drinking and nodded along. "Went to my brother's house this afternoon to check in on them and make peace after last night. Turns out he and your sister hooked up last night. So I called him a hypocritical dick for yelling at me last night and for accusing me of sleeping with you then stormed out of the house and came here."

"So that's where Rebekah was last night. I'll have to remember to torment her later with that." He raised his glass and clinked it with yours, "Cheers."

"Cheers." You couldn't help but to stare at Kol. Despite everything he did last night you didn't hate him. He was different tonight, he wasn't cocky and confident he seemed genuine. About an hour and a bottle later. You were both pretty drunk, even for vampires. You found yourself once again wanting to spend more time with the jerk. After everything he did to your friend you still liked him, more than you probably should have. Everything about him just seemed so familiar and comfortable.

You decided it was best that you left before you tried to do anything you might regret. "I should probably get going, it's late."

"Do you need me to walk you home or get you a cab?" Kol started to laugh, "I'm trying to be nice here, I'm not sure it's working for me."

"No, I'll be okay. I don't live far from here." You got up and started to walk towards the door as Kol stopped you about half way.

"Hey (y/n) wait!" He grabbed your wrist and turned you around to face him. "I'm sorry about what I did at the ball yesterday. I was mad at my sister and I took it out on your friend Matt and your brother."

It fell silent between you two for a moment. Kol was still holding your wrist in his hand. You started to laugh, "What's so funny?"

"Nothing, it's just, you're apologizing for trying to kill my only friend and my brother and I've just forgiven you. I'm not even upset about it, Because I've been there before, when you're so mad at someone that you take it out on someone else. It's just so weird I should be mad at you right now but I'm not. Part of me likes you even more now." You just kept laughing at yourself. You were totally drunk off your ass. You didn't even realize you said you liked him out loud.

"Wait did you just say you like me more now? So you actually did like me before?" Kol smiled at you. You were mad at yourself for saying that out loud but glad you got Kol to perk up a bit. You noticed him moving a bit closer to you.

"Maybe" the alcohol was really kicking in. You felt more confident than you had in a long while.

Kol leaned down a bit so you two were closer together "Does that mean I still have a chance?"

"Maybe." You saw him glance down a few times to stare at your lips too. You both were waiting for someone else to make the first move. You were as close as you two could get without touching.

Tired of the waiting, Kol closed the gap between you. He pulled you closer by your wrists before moving his hands to the side of your face. Your hands ran up through his short brown hair. You could already taste the whiskey on him. It didn't take you long before you both were gasping for air and had to pull apart slightly. Neither of you could seem to decide what to say next.

You broke the silence, "You know on second thought I might need a walk home. My place is just two blocks over."

Kol pulled away from you and laughed. He quickly grabbed his coat from the back of his chair. He smiled and held his hand out to you "Well then, lead the way."

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Also thank you to all the people who have been liking this story and I’ll be posting new chapter from now on every week! I would also love to take request for fic ideas to help me fill up this blog with stories.

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MORE POLYCULE SHIT

here this is mostly Sam/Ned from Matt’s POV. (this piece assumes Matt didn’t know about the negotiations until later)

Title: soda bottles

Summary: Matt finds out about Sam’s involvement with Ned and then with Peter’s polycule. He tries to talk to Sam about it, but fails. On like, every front.

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The apprentice told him to stay out of his room and his life and his business and he should have known better by now, truly.

Matt knew that voice. And he also knew that what Sam, Samuel, Sammy-my-darling was doing right now at this present moment was giggling.

Unacceptable. There would be no joy in this house.

Matt removed himself from the door and declared war in silence.

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 The dogs were instrumental in luring Samuel out to open space. And by luring, Matt meant knocking on his bedroom door with leashes in hand and asking Sam if he wanted a walk.

In no time Matt had zero leashes and zero dogs and, while he was at it, zero apprentices.

In fact, he had been abandoned.

In his own house.

Again.

How did this keep happening?

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 Foggy told Matt to let Sam have his little crush on Ned. Ned was a good boy. Foggy had maintained this for years. He skirted around the fact that he’d grabbed Ned’s shoulders when he was 17 and had told him to stare him in the eyes and to never fall in love with his best friend.

Matt pointed this out to him and got a pillow to the face, then a huff and an uncalled-for reminder that he was a fucking idiot and no one loved him.

This was Foggy’s love language though, so Matt didn’t take it to heart. Instead, he abandoned him for the only person in the world who truly understood him.

Jenn.

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  Jenn had to spend fifteen minutes cooing over the fact that Matt had acquired an apprentice and then she had to spend another ten being an asshole about it and then she spent a solid 5 making dad jokes at him when he tried to talk and so he waited until she was done with her cackling and personal jabs.

She told him that it was cute that Peter’s bestie was gushing over Matt’s apprentice.

She told him that he should be happy for them.

And Matt was. Happy for them, that is.

He was thrilled.

Sam’s track record with long-term partners, as far as Matt could tell, was a solid nil for nil. The boy refused to be attached to anyone, which Matt totally got.

But it was like standing by, watching your own young moronic self making a series of unfortunate decisions that were not only whole unnecessary, but also had solutions within easy reach, like headstones in a damn cemetery.

Sam had a string of guys and girls that he’d picked up at clubs and bars and fuckin’ hipster literature readings downtown who were literally, actually falling over themselves to be with him. And he texted them and laughed about them and joked with Leilani and Achara about them, and then never spoke of them ever again.

Matt got it, okay?

He’d been that guy.

Maybe a little more on the jock side of things and maybe a little less, say, refined than Sammy—but he still got it. A slightly longer relationship was good for Sam. And Ned was a good egg—no, a great egg.

But he just couldn’t shake this feeling, Jenn.

He didn’t even know what it was, but it made him paranoid and want Sam to go back to the self-destructive nonsense, because at least Matt knew what that felt like. He could push back against that after dumping the kid out of the ring in training.

“Matty,” Jenn said affectionately, “You’re trying to protect Sam, Ned, and Peter. But you don’t have to do that. They’re all grown. Let them make their decisions.”

Ooooohohoho

How dare she.

Matt knew they were grown. Sam was nearly 25. Peter was almost 27—oh god, Peter was almost 27. FUCK. Jesus. Lord. Someone—Christ.

Sammy was a baby.

He couldn’t be playing with these big kids, he’d have his heart broken.

What if Ned got bored of him, Jenn??

Matt couldn’t beat the shit out of Ned. Ned was a good boy. And Peter would lose his damn gourd and that was how Matt would end up under two tons of concrete and rebar with an angry spider perched on top, stomping and spitting.

“Matt,” Jenn said soothingly. “Peter learned how to be polyamorous from you, dear heart.”

Oh shit.

Oh right.

Oh no.

“I’ve gotta go,” Matt said. “Lovely talking to you, next time you’re in town, come around for a foursome or a twosome or a three if Kirsten’s down—okay BYE.”

Jenn laughed at him when he hung up.

Matt clutched at his chest.

 ---

 He’d inadvertently taught Peter what polyamory looked like by flinging himself down on many disgusting surfaces and moaning and writhing in agony and despair about Foggy being monogamous and everyone in the world being unspeakably brilliant and strong and no-doubt gorgeous.

Fuckin’ Kirsten.

Fuckin’ Wade.

Fuckin’ Karen.

And Heather and Marci and ONE TIME ONLY Frank.

UGH.

Disgusting. Matt needed Lysol to scrub that moment of weakness from his brain.

The point was that he’d been a chump, and baby Peter had observed these various moaning sessions and had apparently, at some point, started taking notes.

Gah.

Peter. Why?

Stop loving your friends. Stop copying me. Get your own breakdown material.

Uuuuuuugh.

Okay, okay. Rally, Murdock. It’s fine.

This is simply a conversation to have with Sammy about how to negotiate such--hng. Actually maybe this was a Kirsten conversation.

 ---

 He went to visit Kirsten.

He got a little distracted because Kirsten was Kirsten and she required thorough smelling and like, minimum two kisses and she deserved to have at his bare chest if she wanted it—who was he to deny her—THE POINT.

The point. Was.

That he told Kirsten about things and she told him not to talk about work when she was taking her shirt off, and he told her to leave it on for just like, five minutes longer and that came out wrong and she was insulted and Matt had to backtrack for half an hour.

But he got there in the end, alright?

Kirsten said she didn’t know that Sam was polyamorous.

Matt said that he didn’t know if he was, but he sure as shit was flirting with Ned like, constantly.

Kirsten said that that explained why Sam kept telling her that he couldn’t come to dinner with them because he already had a date. Kirsten then went rigid and said, “Wait, you mean Ned-Ned?”

Yes.

Yes, Matt did.

“Oh.”

Correct reaction.

“Is that—do you think that’s –hm.”

Correct reaction maintained and appreciated. Matt no longer felt like a monumental ass.

“That might be a little, uh, cuttin’ it close there,” Kirsten said. “Does Peter know?”

Presumably. Ned couldn’t lie for shit.

“Maybe we should ask Peter what the negotiations there are. He’s pretty on top of that stuff.”

Shockingly, that was true.

Good plan.

“If Sammy’s gonna get involved with them, then he should at least know what he’s getting into,” Kirsten said.

Yes, but also—why is this feeling happening, Kirsten, beloved life partner number 2?

“Oh, that? That’s called ‘you’re a territorial dick,’” Kirsten said. “Get over yourself.”

“But he’s 24,” Matt said. “A child.”

“He’ll be twenty-five in a few months, Matthew,” Kirsten said. “That’s bad-decision-making prime-time. This is inevitable. My concern is that he’s not going into a relationship with Ned, thinking that he’s the primary partner there.”

Okay, fair.

“Are we done with this conversation now?”

Yes.

“Thank god. I hate your dad impulses. Cleanse yourself of them and get on the bed.”

Would do.

 ---

 Kirsten made Matt call Peter and be awkward for the both of them which, Matt would like it stated for the record, was extremely unfair and manipulative of her.

Peter told him that Sam was fine.

Peter told him that he and Sam had maybe fooled around a little bit without Matt and Foggy and Kirsten’s knowledge which was. Hm.

Troublemakers. Stop laughing, Franklin. This is nothing like the time we inducted Kirsten into our life and lied about it to everyone we knew for 3 years.

Nothing.

Peter thought not. Peter thought that Sam had told Matt about this whole thing. He then got a little huffy and said that Ned was the one who had swept Sam off his feet while Peter had been standing right there, man. As Spiderman. Primed for feet-sweeping.

That was satisfying.

Peter took the next ten minutes to complain about how Sam didn’t want to talk to him as much as he wanted to talk to Ned and how Ned was always begging off dinners with Peter and MJ to go have dinner with Sam and how Peter and MJ had to make do with Johnny in his absence.

Matt would never understand why Peter pretended that he and Johnny Storm were nothing more than fuck buddies, but okay, sure. If that’s what helps you sleep at night, little lion man.

Peter went on to say that the worst part of Sam and Ned’s mutual obsession was how fucking cute it was.

Disgusting, Peter maintained.

There were matching bracelets and drawn out decisions about matching sneakers. And there was nattering on until past midnight about Transformers lore and there was non-stop texting and complaints about various tools and coding languages and all this shit that Peter’s own flavor of nerd had diverged from about six years ago.

Kirsten made a little squeak that told Matt that she was highly entertained by Peter’s ‘complaints.’

It sounded more to Matt like Peter and MJ were hunkered down behind the couch, narrating all Ned’s behavior to Johnny (the totally uninvolved fuckbuddy) in whispers.  

Foggy curled up on the edge of their own couch to muffle his wheezy giggles.

Exhausting.

The youth were exhausting. How had no one just shot Matt straight through the heart at 27?

“I will speak to Sam about emotional repression,” he promised Peter only to receive a “NO WAIT” from both him and, from the sound of it, MJ and (only fuckbuddy) Johnny a little ways away.

Peter hurriedly explained that Sammy was really shy and skittish about being around their polycule and had just connected with Ned as the least threatening member and it had taken ages, so please don’t say anything and destroy all of the rest of their hard work.

This hit a strange note.

Foggy and Kirsten weren’t snickering anymore either.

Sam?

Wasn’t?

Shy?

Like, if anything, Sammy was shameless. Always lying in people’s laps and snatching their open hands to swing back and forth.

Sure, he was teasing. But shy? Shy?

Sam was sick.

“No,” Peter said. “Double D, he’s not sick.”

Very sick. Terminally ill.

“DD. He’s not sick.”

Bullshit. Matt was taking him to the doctor. Too bad, Sam. You couldn’t avoid it forever.

“Matt. He’s just. Emotionally. Repressed. You should recognize it because its your whole way of being.”

Wow, hadn’t this conversation been going on for a while now? Time to go.

“MATT. Leave him alone,” Peter said. “I’m looking after him, okay? Chill.”

Chill. Yes. Okay, fine. Matt would chill.

For now. Goodbye, Peter.

 ---

 Matt hadn’t chilled about anything in his life and he didn’t intend to start now. So instead he confronted the apprentice.

The apprentice leaned very hard against his door and told Matt that he would rather die than speak of such things, so Matt told him to bare his neck.

Sammy was convinced. But only just.

He made himself frighteningly small and grumpy on his bed and allowed Matt to sit only on the last four inches of it. Matt kind of wanted to take the opportunity to teach him how to hiss.

But alas. That was a skill for another time.

“I talked to Peter,” he said.

Sam mumbled.

“He says you’re shy. Are you feeling okay?”

Sam mumbled in a more prolonged, growly kind of way. He was muffled by something. Probably jeans. Or sweats. Hard to tell.

“Why are you being shy? We both know you’re not shy. Ned’s a nice boy,” Matt told him. “You can trust him.”

Sam jerked his body in some way strongly enough to make the bed shake.

Matt sighed.

“Sam,” he said.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Sam said.

“Listen, kid,” Matt said. “You’re gonna do what you want. You’re grown, those are your decisions to make. But if you’re ever uncomfortable or you want to spend time with one person in particular, you’ve gotta communicate that to the others. I know that’s not like, smoothly done or whatever. But it’s what you’ve gotta do in these kinds of relationships.”

Sam made an unhappy sound.

“I don’t want a relationship,” he said quietly.

Ehn.

Same, pal.

They’re a lot of work.

“They’re worth it,” Matt promised him. “And it’s okay to be a little in love, you know. I’m in love every day. It’s not shameful. You don’t have to hide it.”

Sam huffed.

“People’ll stare,” he finally said. “If we ever went out. People would stare.”

Ahhh.

“That’s what you think,” Matt said. “But then you go and do it and it turns out that no one actually cares. People are very self-centered, Sam. You spend all this time worrying about how others perceive you and, at the end of the day, 90% of people literally don’t care. You don’t have to talk to Ned in your room all the time.”

Sam did something with his body that concentrated it even further into a dense mass.

“I like him,” he admitted. “He’s nice.”

Matt hummed.

“He’s a peaceful person,” he said.

“He talks so I don’t have to,” Sam said.

Aw.

Matt felt across the bed and eventually found Sam’s cheek to pinch.

“So shy for such a loudmouth,” he teased.

Sam bit his hand. Matt snickered.

“It’s okay, when I met Fogs I was shy, too,” he said.

Sam grumbled.

“It’s true,” Matt said. “Could not fathom having another human around who I didn’t have to put on an act for.”

He waited.

Sam didn’t even seem to realize that his heart was slowing down.

“I don’t like talking all the time,” he said after a long few beats.

Matt ruffled his hair.

“Ned knows a lot about Star Wars,” he said.

“And computers,” Sam added.

“And code,” Matt said.

Sam’s foot shook a little. Matt schooled his face. Sam crunched into a tighter ball.

Adorable.

Matt got up.

“Long distance is rough,” he said. “Maybe you guys can watch a movie together.”

Sam made a disgruntled sound. Matt left him to be miserable.

 ---

 “You’ve sure turned your opinion around.”

Yes, Husband. Matt had indeed. But that was because Sam was clearly and obviously suffering as a result of this crush, which was precisely where Matt needed him to be.

Misery was familiar. Resentment was nearly as good as spite in terms of skill development.

Dopey-ness was asking for trouble.

“Matt, you cannot be serious.”

Oh, but he could.

“Matthew, what did you tell that boy?”

Nothing he didn’t need to know.

Foggy abandoned him at the table. Matt sipped his coffee. It tasted oh-so-sweet.

 ---

 Things did not change until Matt got a text from Peter that said simply ‘when the fuck is Sam’s birthday?’

In February. Why was he asking?

Peter said ‘damn. Okay, thanks.’

Peter then said that he’d seemed a little sad lately and Ned was freaking out about it and fixating, so they were collectively looking for an excuse to cheer Sam up a little.

Oh, Matt realized. No, that wasn’t sad.

The night nurse had given Sammy the good drugs after last week. He was high as a kite, bless him. Kept running into walls and shit. Matt had dragged him up out of the dog beds twice now.

He informed Peter of the damaged elbow and got nothing but keyboard smashes in return.

This was followed by Sam stumbling out of his room and half up the stairs to make pitiful sounds when he couldn’t make them stay still long enough to climb the rest of them. Foggy shook his head and told Matt to go “strap that kid to the bed, for god’s sake. He’s gonna tear more stitches. And go text for him before he drops his phone again.”

Sammy was coming along great.

He held his phone out to Matt when Matt came down to stand over him on the stairs.

“They’re yellin’,” he slurred.

Yeah, Matt figured.

“Bed,” he said.

“It’s too hot,” Sam said.

No, pathetic ball of humanity. That was the fever, bud.

“Open the window,” Matt said.

“I have a window?”

Bless.

“Up you go,” Matt said.

“DON’T TOUCH ME. Nooooo. Teach, noooooo.”

 ---

 MM: Peter stop texting him. he can’t read his texts rn. Zero tolerance for opioids.

PP: for WHAT

MM: he’s fine. lightly stabbed. Fractured elbow.

MJ: MATT

MM: yes?

MJ: tell him to get better for us

NL: ;__; please?

MM: he will be fine. He’s supposed to be sleeping this off.  

MJ: can you keep us updated?

MM: why

PP: he’s our partner?

MM: ?

MM: I thought he was Ned’s main

NL: AJDF:AKSDFJASDFa

NL: DOES HE TALK ABOUT ME??

MJ: dude

NL: my b my b sry sry

NL: does he talk about me DD?

MM: no

NL: cool cool cool that’s fine

PP: ned

NL: it’s casual that’s cool

MJ: oh my god

NL: it doesn’t mean anything. That makes sense.

MM: peter what is happening?

PP: ned has decided that no texting means that sam hates him and no longer wants to be part of our relationship

NL: TELL HIM IM SORRY

PP: remember how you told me I have rejection issues?

MM: Ned he’s fine. He’s not mad. He’s high.

NL: [pikawat.png]

MJ: *coughs*

NL: oh shit my bad. I mean.

NL: what do you mean?

MM: I mean he likes you. He just hates talking about weaknesses. Ergo he hates talking about you.

MJ: ah, yes. I see now. The superhero logic. The forest has reappeared before me.

NL: OWO

MM: what does this mean?

PP: it’s a face. Like a super interested cat

NL: shut up

NL: so he likes me back?

MJ: no

PP: no

MM: I presume so? I don’t know kid. I just said he doesn’t talk about it.

NL: DD I will pay you in computer repairs to find out for me

MM: to find out if Sam likes you??

NL: yes

MM: what part of his obsession is confusing you

MJ: ASHDAF:SDF

PP: harsh

NL: all of it.

NL: okay so here’s the thing. We got like, matchy matchy stuff, right? Cause that’s what couples do. But he never wears his?? And like, we’ve been playing these games online, like, trying to beat each other, but he just stops playing halfway through? And if we’re watching a movie, it’s fine for the first half, but then he gets quiet and I just end up nattering away about nothing for like an hour and I can’t read the silence DD. I can’t read it. And Peter’s a liar

PP: okay no it is WELL established that I can’t lie what are you even talking about

NL: and he keeps going on about how sam’s shy, but he’s NOT shy. And we were fine until this week, but like, obviously, he’s high and not reading his messages and stuff, but idk am I making this into a big deal? From your end?

MM: What was that face, Peter?

PP: OwO

MM: OwO

MJ: ASDFAeirwieawewdflajwe

MJ: NED LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO THE OLD MAN

NL: SHUT UP. DD, please. Help me. Should I apologize? Is he bored of me? Does he want more time with Peter?

PP: what

PP: no pal I’m just a piece of ass in this situ

MJ: as you should be

PP: awwww

MM: ned Sammy’s fine?

NL:  omg ‘sammy’ that’s really cute do you think he’d mind if I called him that? You know. If he ever speaks to me again?

PP: DD just tell him everything is fine so we can all go to sleep without being woken up every 20 min for a crisis.

MM: I literally don’t know. He doesn’t talk about any of you.

NL: can you sneaky-ninja ask him?

  Matt could not with these children. Sam’s heartbeat was evening out. He was nearly back to sleep. Matt’s back couldn’t take hauling him up off the stairs in another half an hour, so he was going to stay right where he was, that was for damn sure.

“Samuel, you are dating three different flavors of spazz,” he told him.

Sam wriggled over and snuffled into his duvet.

Matt decided that that was an affirmative.

  MM: he says you’re all dramatic and to leave him alone to sleep.

NL: ;__;

PP: ned that is not rejection

NL: ok

MJ: this is embarrassing

NL: I’m just gonna crawl under the floorboards and waste away👍

PP: for fuck’s sake this is me-levels of drama

NL: DD can you tell him that if he’s ever down to just watch shit as friends that’s okay too?

MJ: NED. Matt’s literally out of this loop. And Sam’s probably unconscious.

MM: can confirm is now unconscious. I am exiting your drama.

PP: Dude remember when I said I was gonna drown myself in the sea? You are reaching those levels

NL: I JUST LOVE HIM

  Oh, aw.

  NL: And it’s okay if he doesn’t feel the same way, that’s okay, I just wanted to make sure he wasn’t like uncomfortable. I can text him less and let him do his work things and we don’t have to organize shit on the weekends. It’s totally fine

  These fuckin’ kids.

Matt grabbed Sam before he cracked his head against the wall and felt around for something to put between his forehead and it.

He fumbled out his phone in the meantime.

“Samuel,” he said into it, “When you wake up, come upstairs before taking the next pill.”

 ---

 Sam was in pain and grumpy as shit and his mood did not improve as he read through Matt’s messages.

“Two days and everyone loses their goddamn minds,” he said.

Pretty much.

“Ned loves you,” Matt teased.

“Ned needs one of those happy pills,” Sam deadpanned.

Hm. How about no?

Sam groaned and carefully melded himself to the table.

“Why don’t you wear the matchy-matchy stuff?” Matt asked, setting a bag of icy water on Sam’s shoulders. He made a soft sound of relief.

“I don’t want to get ‘em dirty,” Sam hummed.

Hm.

“Maybe if you wore them out a little bit, Ned would like that,” Matt offered.

Sam mulled this over.

“Nah,” he said. “I’ll just tell him I wear it to sleep.”

Matt was so proud.

He missed Foggy coming in halfway through that discussion.

He did not miss the lecture Foggy laid on both of them about lying to loved ones.

 ---

 Matt decided that Sam was far, far more emotionally repressed than he’d given the kid credit for. He was tickled pink.

Kirsten and Foggy were not. They called this ‘concerning behavior’ that needed ‘to be monitored in case of hidden injuries and self-harm.’

And like, man, it was as if they’d hard experience with this shit or something.

Matt decided to bypass their waffling and cornered Sam by trapping him in his duvet and demanding to know if he was hiding any injuries or self-harm.

Sam told him to get out of his room. His heartbeat did not react to the accusations, but rather to Matt’s ‘giant, heavy, albatross body’ assaulting him in his safe place.

Matt decided that this was proof that the emotional repression was, as he had always argued, doing exactly what it needed to: making Sam three times more functional as a human being.

Foggy took from that explanation that Matt was lying to him again.

Which, like, obviously.

But did Foggy need to know any of that?

Fuck no.

Only happy times with Matt Murdock here.

Smiling was somehow the wrong answer.

Smiling resulted in yelling. And then lots of loud heartbeats. And then something that looked a little like a fight, probably, to people with working eyes. But Matt knew that it wasn’t that.

It was just Foggy being hurt that Matt couldn’t tell him that Foggy’s homesickness was digging holes in his own resolve and mental wellbeing.

Sam popped up when Foggy went to go lay down to calm down and asked if everything was okay.

Matt told him it was.

Sam’s heart was not convinced. It started beating faster somehow.

Matt fully anticipated the texts that arrived later that night.

 ---

 PP: yo DD, you guys okay?

MM: why

PP: ‘cause Sam’s freaking out saying that you and Foggy were shouting again?

MM: ah

MM: no we’re okay. No biggie

PP: I smell bullshit

MM: carry on smelling then

PP: Matt do you ever think about how you’re like, an example to us all of how not to live?

MM: beg your pardon?

PP: I just mean like, you do shit and we all learn from your shit. Like, every day.

MM: ?

PP: Sam like dumped a pile of lies he’d been telling Ned in his lap and started crying for like half an hour and apologized for another 40 minutes and then hung up and won’t answer his phone.

MM: what was that face again? The cat one?

PP: OwO

MM: OwO

PP: lol

 ---

 The apprentice was perhaps absorbing too much too fast. He flat out denied having had any emotional crisis.

His heart was dead even when he said it. He was getting too good at out-maneuvering that trick.

“Peter seems to think that you had one the other night,” Matt mused.

“Peter needs to mind his own business,” Sam sniffed.

Aha.

“You like Peter,” Matt pointed out.

“He’s fine,” Sam said.

“Fine or fine?”

“That’s nasty, Teach. Don’t be gross. That’s like your little brother.”

Oh, sure it was.

“If Peter is sussing out your lies, you’re not doing a good enough job,” Matt said. “What you need, kiddo, is an aura and a starting point.”

Sam paused in making a horrible grating noise with some tool in his hand.

“A starting point?” he asked.

Why yes, apprentice.

As in, if you start off with your walls up and don’t let them buckle so easily, so many of these problems can be avoided.

“Isn’t that, like, the opposite of what Foggy said to do?” Sam asked suspiciously.

Well, technically. The husband might be correct for normal humans, but they weren’t normal humans. And as much as Matt loved him and thought he was brilliant, Foggy would never truly grasp that Matt needed those lies.

He needed the repression. The bottling. The anger.

He needed all that shit to be shaken up in him and then capped by the helmet every night.

Doing that kept Matt safe. It kept others safe.

It wasn’t fun and it wasn’t pretty and yeah, Matt was pretty fucked up because of it.

But Stick hadn’t been wrong about everything.

Not even he could be wrong about everything.

“It’s called balance,” Matt said. “Think about it like this. You’re a teacher. You’re about to walk into a new class. You need to establish a respectful relationship between yourself and these kids. How do you do it? Do you start off nice? Or do you start off strict?”

Sam said nothing.

“I start off strict,” Matt said. “Because it’s infinitely easier to become nicer and to keep respect than it is to start off nice and get meaner.”  

Sam processed this.

“This sounds like an anti-Foggy sentiment,” he said.

No. It wasn’t anti-Foggy. Nothing was anti-Foggy.

“It’s nuance,” Matt said. “Intrapersonal relationships? Minimal repression. Interpersonal relationships, maximum repression. Don’t give them something to use against you”

Sam’s teeth clicked together as he worked his jaw.

“Talk to Ned and Peter,” he said. “Walls up to everyone else.”

Everyone else. Yes.

“I can do that.”

Yeah, Matt knew. Sam did it to pretty much anyone he didn’t immediately take a liking to at the firm.

“I can do that,” Sam repeated.

Woah. Wait. Hold on there, slugger. Nuance, remember?

“I’m just gonna hate the entire world,” Sam said. “Thanks, Teach. That’s a big help.”

 ---

 PP: Matt

MM: Peter

PP: you know that Sam fucks with you daily right?

MM: …I forget sometimes

PP: lol you guys are funny

  That little shit. Fine.

Do whatever. See if Matt cared.

Goddamn kids and their goddamn love affairs.

Whatever. Fuck ‘em.

Let them learn the bullshit on their own time. Matt had better things to do.

 ---------------

Matt and Foggy and Kirsten have their own polycule goin on with folks entering and leaving it as need be. And sometimes you just have to make Sam/Ned content because it is unerringly adorable.

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Take it Slow - Part Twenty-Five

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: TW - mention of past abuse. Smut as well. 

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

You didn’t get to see Harry Thursday night. He had a lot of free lancing stuff going on. You didn’t mind at first. You took the opportunity to have a good gym session. You minded when you came home to an empty apartment. You heated up some leftovers from the night before and plopped down on the couch. You wanted to tell him you didn’t care how late he would be, to just still come over. But you knew he probably needed his large monitor and home work station tonight to get his work done.

After you took a shower and got settled into bed, you got a phone call from him, making you smile instantly.

“You’re awake?”

“Just got into bed, babe.”

“Missed ya today.” He yawns. “Sorry, long day.”

“Missed you too.” You giggle. “What are you doing now?”

“Workin’ at home. Figured I’d call ya to wish ya sweet dreams.”

“I wish you were here…sorry, I don’t want to make you feel you bad.”

“I wish I was there too.”

“Wanna stay at your place tomorrow? I can come over there after work.”

“Yeah, that would be great actually. So, how was your day?”

“It was good, other than being crazy tired…you, uh, really did a number on me last night.”

“Sorry.” He says chuckling. “Got a little carried away, didn’t I?”

“Maybe a little, although, it did feel amazing.” The thought of last night sends a surge through your body. Even though you were still a little sore, you really wouldn’t mind if Harry was there right now to do it all over again.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that.”

“What are you working on now?”

“Just touching some photos up, wanna get these to the people within the next couple of days. Just about done though.”

“Oh, good.” You clear your throat. You loved the way Harry’s voice sounded over the phone. You got the full effect of how deep it was.

“Babe?”

“Hm? Sorry, I was just enjoying listening to you talk.”

“You’re cute.”

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“If you were here…what do you think we’d be doing?”

Harry saved what he was working on, and turned from his desk. Was this going where he thought it was going?

“Would we be cuddled up close?” You ask, trying to get some response.

“I’d be holding you close to me, yeah.”

“You’re big spoon?”

“Yup, pressed nice against your ass.” You giggle.

“You like when I adjust against you, huh? Can I tell you a secret? Sometimes I do it on purpose.”

“I knew it, you like riling me up.”

“I just really like the way it feels when you get hard, and you press closer.” Harry’s palms were starting to sweat. He couldn’t remember the last time he had phone sex with someone, and he couldn’t believe it was actually going to happen with you.

“Do you like the way it feels when my hand reaches around, and goes between your legs.” A huge smile goes on your face.

“Mhm, and then when your thumb presses against me.”

“Tell me where it presses against you.”

“My clit.”

“That’s right. And then I would rub circles around it with my thumb, while my fingers start to slip inside you.” You let out a soft groan.

“God, I wish you were here.”

“Close your eyes, and pretend your hand is mine.”

“You’ll do the same?”

“Yes.”

Harry undoes his jeans, and takes his hard cock out of his boxers, keeping it one of his hands. You adjust onto your back, and dip your hand below your shorts. You feel your own wetness.

“All set?” He asks.

“Mhm. I’m really wet Harry.” He smirks.

“Good, now take your fingers and slowly slide them in.” You do as he says, and make small noise to let him know. “Curl them up like how I do, make a come here motion.” You let out a groan.

“Y, you’re touching yourself too?”

“Yes, got m’cock gripped.”

“W, wish my lips were wrapped around you.”

“Me too, angel. You bringin’ your fingers in and out?”

“Yes, don’t feel as full though.” Harry’s eyes roll into the back of his head.

“Jesus.” He groans.  If you only knew just how full he could make you. “Okay, how many fingers are you using.”

“Two.”

“Slip in a third baby.” You moan out. “Feel a little fuller?”

“Only a little. Your fingers can go much deeper than mine.” Harry couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You would talk dirty, but never like this. He loved it.

“Are you laying on your back?”

“Yes.”

“Flip onto your stomach, you can get in deeper that way.”

You want to ask how he knows all of this, but instead you just do as he says. He imagines you laying on your stomach, and instead of your fingers, he imagines his dick slipping in from behind. He groans through his teeth, thinking about how tight and good you’d feel. All you can hear is his harsh breath coming through the phone. You start to rub your clit faster, just like he would.

“Harry.” You moan.

“Are you close, love?”

“Yes, Harry.”

“Rub yourself faster.”

He imagines pumping in and out of you so fast and hard that the only sound filling the room was your ass clapping back against him.

“Ah, Harry, I’m gonna, fucckkkk.” You breathe heavily as you come down from your high. You hear Harry moan your name out. “Did, did you come baby?” You hear him giggle.

“Yes, once sec.”

Harry gets up to clean himself off, and throws a pair of sweat pants on.

“How was that?”

“Not the same without you, but it’ll do until tomorrow.” You say, flipping back onto your back. You start to giggle. “I’m really glad you called to wish me sweet dreams.”

“Me too. Well, I’ll let you get to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I love you, goodnight.”

“Love you too, angel.”

Harry went to sleep a happy man. You couldn’t get enough of him the way he couldn’t get enough of you.

//

You get up for work feeling much more refreshed, and you’re able to walk like a normal person again. You pack some extra clothes to bring to Harry’s before you leave for work. You decide on a dark pair of jeans, your ponytail and a cardigan for work. You left yourself plenty of time to do your makeup.

Your coffee was waiting for you on your desk when you got there. You were always so amazed at how early Niall was able to get to work. He was always at least thirty minutes ahead of you. Little did you know, down the hall in his office, Niall was having a chat with Matt, who works early on Fridays.

“Matt, to be blunt, I’d to talk with you about (y/n).”

“Oh, um, alright.”

“How are things going with her? You’ve been working with her more this week than usual.”

“Things are great, she’s taught me a lot. She’s super smart. Am I in trouble for something?”

“No.” He sighs. “But you just need to make sure you’re acting appropriately. I know you’re still in school, but this is a great opportunity to learn how to act in a professional environment.”

“Did she say something to you?”

“What’s there to say?”

“So, you two are allowed to goof off and joke around, but because I’m an intern I can’t?”

“First of all, there are some days where I don’t see her at all until lunch or even until the end of the day. It’s all about balance. You have to find the fun times during the day. Also, if we’re goofin’ together, I’m not flirtin’.”

“Flirting? Did she say-“

“Look, it doesn’t matter. I’m just sayin’, make sure you’re havin’ fun the right way, and remember that she’s technically one of your supervisors. I know she’s a very sweet, and kind person…but you’re still in school and…you just need to know how to act, okay? I really don’t want to have one of these conversation again, alright?”

“Alright…I’m sorry if it seems like I did anything wrong, it wasn’t my intention.”

“It’s okay. Just remember she’s not your best friend, you work for her. You can be friendly, but-“

“I get it. Are we good?”

“Yeah, we’re good.”

Matt gets up and leaves Niall’s office. You pass him while holding your computer.

“Hi Matt.” You smile at him. He looks at you nervously. “We’ll be in the conference room today, I wanted to look at everything on the TV. I’ll be there in a few minutes, just need to check in with Niall.”

“Of course you do.” He says under his breath.

“Pardon?”

“I said of course.” He smiles. You go into Niall’s office.

“You free in about thirty minutes? We’re setting everything up in the conference room, want you to see the final product.”

“Yeah, I can do that, let me block my calendar. I had a chat with Matt.” You step further and close the door a little.

“How’d it go?”

“He seemed to be more concerned that you may have tattled on him about something. But, I think I got through to him.”

“I won’t be needing him much once this project is done anyways. This whole thing will put itself to rest.”

You go into the conference room, and plug your laptop in the HDMI cable so the screen appears on the TV. You and Matt go over the project you’ve been working on all week.

“This came out so well, Matt, thank you so much for all your help on this. I couldn’t have done it without you.” You beam at him. “I hope you continue with this kind of work in the future, you’re so talented.”

“You really mean that?”

“Yes! You may not be working much with me next week, just cause this is done, but if you keep working hard with the other folks you work with, then you will have some great people to list as a reference on your future endeavors.” Niall knocks on the door and wave him in. Matt looks away from him. “Ready?”

“Show me what ya got.”

You play the video for Niall, and he’s completely blown away.

“Great work you two. Matt, (y/n) and I will definitely send good word up to our supervisor.”

“Thanks.” He gives a half smile.

“I am so happy this project is done and over with.”

“And ahead of schedule. Now you won’t have as much to stress about before break.”

“I know! I can actually enjoy my family’s Hanukkah party.”

Matt sits and observes the way you and Niall interact. Why was it okay for you two to talk about personal things, but not for him?

Just before lunch, Matt knocks on the outside of your doorway.

“Hey.” You smile.

“Got a sec?”

“Of course, come on in.” You motion to have him sit.

“I’ve got my next assignment for next week, I’m back with the social media folks.”

“That’s great!”

“I’ll miss working with you…”

“That’s nice of you to say. I’m sure we’ll work together again soon.” Your phone starts to ring, it’s Harry.

“That your boyfriend?”

“Um…yeah.”

“He calls you a lot at work. Doesn’t that bother you?”

“Not at all.”

“He’s like…checking in on you.”

“No, he’s not.”

“Then why does he call so much?”

“Because he just likes to see how my day’s going. I think it’s really sweet, and I don’t mind because I like to hear the sound of his voice. Besides, it’s my lunch break, it’s a perfectly acceptable time to call…I think as you get older and fall in love, you’ll understand.”

“You’re only a few years older than me.”

“I know it doesn’t seem like a big difference, but once you’ve been out in the real world a little while, you tend to grow up a bit.”

“I’d say I’m pretty grown.”

“Obviously, I’m just saying, when you’re in a real relationship with someone…”

“I’ve been in a relationship before.”

“And? Didn’t you want to be with that person every second you could? Talk to them in your free time?”

“Not really.” He shrugs. “Guess that’s why we broke up. How did you know you were in love with him?”

You thought back to your weekend away at the inn in New Hampshire, and sighed happily.

“I just…did. I had a realization one night. When you know, you know.” Niall comes strolling into your office.

“Lunch time chica.” You giggle.

“Alright, hey I just need to call Harry back quick, wanna wait in the break room for me?”

“You got it. Headin’ out Matt? You’re done for the day.”

“Um, yeah. Well, thanks again for everything this week. See ya.”

“Have a great weekend. Meet you in a couple minutes.”

“Sounds good.”

You take your phone and call Harry back.

“How’s my baby girl today?” You giggle.

“Good, how’s my man?”

“Looking forward to seeing you tonight.”

“Me too. Want me to pick something up for dinner?”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know, but I want to. I’ll pick up something yummy.”

“I mean…there’s really only one thing I have a craving for.” Your cheeks flush.

“Don’t start with me right now.”

“What? Don’t want a repeat of last night so soon?” You can hear his smirk through the phone.

“Harry, I can’t have these kinds of conversations at work.” You whisper.

“Alright, alright. Well, I was just callin’ earlier cause I missed ya.”

“Miss you too. I better go, I have lunch with Niall.”

“Tell the lad I say hi.”

“You bet.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

You hang up, grab your lunch, and head to the break room to meet Niall. He gives you a kissy face when you enter and you roll your eyes at him.

“He says hi by the way.”

“Hi back.” He smirks. “What he call about?”

“Nothing, just missed me.”

“Jesus.” He laughs. “I’ve never known him to be like this. You really have a hold on him.”

“I like it. It’s nice to feel wanted.”

“Come to think of it, the only person I can think he’s ever been this clingy with was Lou.”

“Niall, Harry is not clingy.”

“He is…just a wee bit, just enough for it to be cute.”

“What do you mean he was clingy with Louis?”

“Nothin’, the two of them were just like that with each other. They had to sit next to each other in every in class, had to sit next to each other on the couch. If Lou was off visiting his girlfriend for the weekend, the two of them would call each other at least two separate times.”

“Eleanor was right.”

“About what?”

“They are the real life Cory and Shawn.” You laugh.

“Who?”

“Did never watch Boys Meet World?”

“Uh, no, can’t say I have. That somethin’ we should add to the binge watch list?”

“Oh definitely, you don’t know what you’re missing. Anyways, Cory is the main character and Shawn is his absolute best friend. They’re closer than any other friends in the world. The show would joke around a lot about them being a little too close. Cory would wanna tell Shawn things over telling his girlfriend, stuff like that. Just a really close bond. Nothing wrong with that. Do you ever get jealous?”

“Not at all. I’m just as close with Harry, it’s just different. I’m just as close with Lou. The two of them are just more like brothers.”

“I’m sure they consider you a brother.”

“Oh they do, I’m just more like the step-brother.” You both giggle.

//

On your way home from work you decide to pick up Thai food from Harry’s favorite spot. You key into his apartment. He has his headphones in, sitting at his computer.

“Harry!” He turns around and waves at you. You put the food in the kitchen and kick off your shoes. You put your bag near the bed. He wraps up what he’s doing, and stretches as he stands up.

“Whatcha bring me?” He says, kissing you on the top of your head.

“Thai food.”

“My favorite! Thanks.”

You both dig in to the food your brought, not wanting it to get cold. You take your cardigan off, revealing your tank top.

“That’s a cute outfit.” He says wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Felt like being a bit more casual today.”

“I like these jeans.” His hands slip into your back pockets. You place your hands on his chest.

“Oh, you do?”

“Mhm.” He nuzzles his face into your neck, leaving soft kisses. “You smell nice.” You feel his smile against you. Your perfume wasn’t anything special. Just a classic fruity scent you had picked up from Bath & Body Works a while back. But because you were wearing, there was no better smell in the world. He lifts his head to look at you, cheeks and chest completely flushed. “You know, I was surprised by you last night.”

“How so?”

“Just didn’t think you’d be into that sorta thing.”

“What? Phone sex?” You laugh. “To be honest, usually I’m not, or at least I’d prefer it over text, but just something in the way your voice sounded last night…it was driving me wild.” You kiss on his neck, dropping your hands to his hips. You sink your teeth in, only a little, lightly sucking on his soft skin. You feel his hands squeeze your ass causing you to bite down harder. He sucks in a breath at the incredible feeling.

His hands move up to your face. He pulls you back, before you can furrow your brows, his lips are on yours. He takes your bottom lip into his mouth, and you can’t help but groan. A tingling beginning between your legs as he starts to work his tongue into your mouth, tasting every bit of you. You both fumble over to the couch. He gets on top of you, and you wrap your legs around him, begging for some friction. The hand he isn’t using to prop himself up goes for your breast, and kneads it. Your head rolls back at his touch, annoyed he won’t just take your shirt and bra off. He sees you tug at the hem of your shirt and he smirks, allowing you to sit up, so he can take it off for you. You had a simple white bra on, nothing special. But his eyes can’t help but gaze at the way you’re spilling out of it, and the way your nipples peek through like pebbles. You look down at yourself.

“I’d still like to go to the mall tomorrow, definitely think it’s time for some new bras.” You squeeze your boobs together slightly. “Not comfy.”

“Well, let me see how I can help now.”

Harry reaches behind you and unhooks your bra effortlessly. You giggle as it falls, and his lips immediately wrap around you nipping, and twisting the piercing with his teeth.

“Ah, shit.” You moan, pressing your hips to his as you lay down again.

He kisses down your torso, around your naval, and undoes your pants in the process. You lift your hips to help him tug your jeans and panties down your hips. He sits up to take his shirt off after undressing you.

“Harry?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Think you could, um, dim the lights a bit? Feeling just a wee bit exposed.” He smiles and kisses you on the top of your head.

He gets up to turn the lights off, not having a dimmer. He takes his pants off, leaving his boxers on for now, then climbs back on top of you. His bed was so close by, but something about doing this on his couch was more fun. His thumb dips down and starts to rub on your clit, your breath hitching at the sensation.

“Is this what you were doing last night? When you were thinking of me?”

“Yes, but you do it so much better.” You gasp as his fingers trace over your wet slit.

“That so?” He spreads your legs apart, putting them over his shoulders, licking his lips as he looks at the glorious feast before him.

He licks a stripe up from your center to your clit, causing your hips to buck up. Your hands go straight for his hair as he sucks on your clit, his hands pressing into your thighs. He drops one of your thighs to press his hand down on you to keep you in place. He was going to destroy you tonight, you could feel it. He used his thumb to continue to rub you as his tongue when back down to your center. He groaned against you as his tongue swirled inside, feeling and tasting as much of you as he could. You weren’t going to last long, the sight before you was enough to make you come, let alone the way it felt.

“Harry.” You moaned as he rubbed you harder, sucking on you as much as he could. “Fuck, ahhhhhhh.” Your release came quicker than you usual. He let you grind against him to ride out your high, just needing that bit of extra friction. He waits for you to catch your breath while he sits up to look at your now sweaty body.

He sits on the couch, pulling you on top of him to straddle his legs. You’re confused at first, did he just want to grind against you tonight? It was fine if he did, but you wanted to return the favor. You wanted to wrap your lips around him.

“Harry, I wanna-“ He kisses you, tasting yourself on his lips.

“You will, I’m not done with you yet, though.” He says into your ear, biting down on the skin just underneath.

You feel his hand brush up against your sensitive area, still dripping wet from what he’s done to you. You feel him slip his middle finger in, and you tighten around him. He looks up at you, watching your eyes screwed shut, and slowly open as you relax, sinking down onto his hand. He slowly pumps in and out of you, and before long, a second finger slips in, stretching you out just a little. You moan at the feeling and roll your hips.

“That’s it.” He says, essentially encouraging you to ride his fingers. You wrap your arms around him, fingers going into his hair, and press your face into his neck.

Your hips move up and down as he pumps in and out of you. He had thought about this many times. You on top of him, taking him in inch by inch. But he wasn’t going to get that yet. It was hard to focus on anything other than the grunts leaving your mouth, as you press your face further into the crook of his neck. His fingers had never felt so good inside of you. The hand that wasn’t working on you, was clutching on your ass, keeping you steady. His thumb starting to rub on your clit again, making you sink your teeth into his skin. You hear a moan escape his lips.

“You’re so fucking sexy like this.” He says, making your back arch as you continue to grind against his fingers.

“Feels so good.” You manage to say. You were full on panting now. “Wanna feel you deeper, Harry.”

He thrusts his long fingers up as much as he could, making your head roll back. He wanted to say that’s as deep as he could go. He wanted to say he’d need his dick to go deeper to give you what you wanted, but he couldn’t. He knew better.

“Shit, shit, shit.” You said over and over.

“Come for me, baby.”

That was all he needed to say. You released all around his fingers, and collapsed on top of him. He slowly slid out of you, and gives your bum a few taps, letting you know you did a good job. He sucks on his fingers to take your release in.

“Best taste in the world, honestly.” You move your head to make eye contact.

“Your turn.” You say in a whisper.

He lets go of you so you can slide down to the floor, on your knees in front of him. You tug at his boxers, eyes growing wide at the way his hard cocks slaps back against his stomach. He lifts his hips so you can tug the pesky underwear all the way off of him. You look up at him and admire his beautiful body. He may have well been chiseled from marble. You spit into your hand, and grip his length, his eyes closing for a mere moment to enjoy the contact.

You start to slowly pump him up and down, thumb dragging over his tip to spread his precome around. His hand grips your ponytail, firmly wrapping it around his wrist. You look up at him and smirk before closing your eyes, and taking his tip into your mouth. He hisses at the sensation. You continue to use your hand on his shaft as you suckle on his tip. His hips move up, begging you to take more of him into your pretty little mouth. You oblige, and slide yourself down on him a little further, hollowing out your cheeks.

“That feels so fucking good, (y/n).” He says, gripping your hair tighter.

As you begin to bob up and down on him, he hits the back of your throat. Nothing out of the ordinary, but he has a jerk reaction, and hanks your hair a little too hard. Your eyes flash open, seeing white. A horrid memory of Jake running through your mind. Him ramming you from behind, his hand in your hair, feeling like he was going to rip every strand out of your scalp. Out of sudden fear your teeth bite down on Harry.

“Too hard! Too hard!” This breaks you from your nightmare, and you pop off of him.

Before he can say anything else you feel like you can’t breathe as your chest starts to tighten, and you hide your face as tears begin to fall. Harry gets on the ground next to you and rubs your back.

“What, what happened, (y/n)? Are you alright, why, why did you do that? What did I do?”

His dick was throbbing, and not in a good way. It had gone completely soft the instant you bit him. Your breathing slows, and you look up at him. You put a hand on his shoulder.

“Y, you can’t pull my hair like that.”

“Did I pull it too hard? I’m so sorry, I didn’t even realize, usually you’re okay-“

“It’s not usually in a ponytail when you tug at it. I…it…” He pulls you into his chest. “It triggered me, I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t even realize it-“

“It’s not your fault, I didn’t think…” You sigh. “Did I hurt your?”

“Please, don’t worry about me, I’m fine.”

“I bit down on you pretty hard.”

“It’s alright. Let’s get you up, hm?”

You cling to him, only feeling safe in his arms. He wipes your tears away as you both stand.

“Let’s get you into something cozy, yeah?” He sits you on the bed, and grabs a t-shirt and sweatpants from his dresser. He gestures for you to lift your arm, and he slides his shirt over your body. Next he helps you into his pants. He kisses you lightly on your forehead. He throws on a new pair of boxers and sits next to you.

“Thank you. I’m so sorry, I ruined our evening.”

“Oh, my sweet baby girl,” His palm nestles on your cheek. “You didn’t ruin anything. I’m sorry I did something that even made you think about that terrible time. I promise, I’ll be more careful.”

“But you couldn’t have known that was going to set me off. I didn’t even know. This is what I’ve been scared of all along.” His hand moves to rub your back. You take a deep breath.

“We just need to keep working together, and be vocal. I know you don’t know what things may set you off, but let’s try to keep talking through. I can be better about asking if something feels alright.”

“I can’t expect you to do that in the heat of the moment. I want us to be able to get lost in each other, not having to overthink every move.”

“And maybe at some point we’ll get to that place, but right now that’s just not gonna happen.”

“And you’re fine with that?” You say looking at him.

“(y/n), the last thing I ever want is for you to feel unsafe or scared. I would do anything you need to me to do.” You wrap your arms around him.

“I love you, Harry.”

“I love you too, so much. Come on, let’s watch some TV.”

Harry winces as he stands up to grab the remote. You get settled, sitting up against his headboard, and he gets on the bed next to you, turning the TV on. He winces again as he adjusts next to you.

“Is there anything I can do? Do you want some ice?”

“No, no, I’ll be fine. Don’t think I’ve ever been chomped down on quite like that before.” He chuckles. “Nearly kicked ya in the stomach.” You cozy up to him, and he puts an arm around you.

“Well, thanks for refraining.”

“What do you feel like watchin’?”

“Anything’s fine, oh! Let me log in to my Disney+.” You hear Harry slightly suck his teeth. “What?”

“Nothin’…what exactly do you want to watch on there?” You yank the remote from him to download the app on his smart TV.

“I have the urge to watch Boy Meets World, ever watch it growing up? Did you watch a lot of American TV?”

“Here and there. Watched a lot more of it here once I was in school. What exactly is Boy Meets World about?”

“Well, it was a show on ABC, Disney owned. It’s about this boy named Cory who just learns about life. He has an older brother and a little sister. A best friend named Shawn, and then there’s Topanga.”

“Topanga?”

“Mhm, but since you’ve never seen it, I won’t spoil it for you. Guess we’ll watch from the beginning. He’s in like sixth or seventh grade I think. The kids were so cute.”

“How long did it run for?”

“Like seven seasons! They show them through their second year of college.”

“Wow. All the same actors stay?”

“Yup.”

“Alright, I’ll give it a go.”

“So cute you think you had a choice.” You giggle, and turn the show on. “Just kidding, if you didn’t want to watch it, I wouldn’t make you.”

“How considerate.”

You two stay cozy together as you watch at least four episodes of the show. You loved binging television, but you could tell Harry was getting bored, or at least tired. You both get up to do your nightly routine.

“I wanna hold ya tonight, but please don’t rub up against me, I’m afraid it’ll it hurt.”

“Do you want me to just hold you?”

“No, I wanna hold you. Just gotta be careful.”

You turn over, and he wraps his arms around you, nestling into your hair, which was now down. You both sigh with happiness and comfort as you both slowly drift off.

//

You and Harry head to the mall around ten the next morning. There were a ton of things still on sale from Black Friday, so you were excited about treating yourself to some new underwear. You head upstairs to the Aerie, and Harry stops short before entering, almost making you lose your balance.

“Right, so…how long you think you’ll be?” You blink at him. “What?”

“You’re not coming in with me? Please don’t tell me the man who walks around with nail polish and jewelry is afraid of an underwear store.”

“M’not afraid…just didn’t know if you needed some privacy is all.”

“You’ve seen my panties before, it’s fine. Besides, you can help me pick some stuff out.”

There were plenty of other guys in there with their girlfriends, it wasn’t really a big deal. Harry just didn’t want to be one of those guys who was so possessive he needed to go into his girlfriend’s underwear store. But she wanted him there, so he slowly followed her in.

There was a large round bin in the middle that said “8 for $30!” making you jump right for it. You rummaged through the pile of medium sized briefs and slowly found ones you liked.

“Any particular style you’re looking for?” Harry asks, trying to be helpful.

“Um, well, I like the cheeky bottom, like these.” You hold a pair up to show him and he blushes, picturing you wearing them.

“I can get eight pair, so I’d like at least get four of this style, then the other four I get a couple more thongs, those are always good to replace. Oh! This one is so cute!” You hold up a black lace thong, making Harry’s cheeks grow even redder. “Can never go wrong with black lace, never.”

Once you’re satisfied with your panties, you stuff them into a basket, and head to the back of the store where the bras were. A sales associate comes up to you.

“Can I help you find anything?”

“You know, I think I need to be measured again. I feel like I’m in between sizes right now. Everything has been feeling kind of tight. I haven’t gained any weight, that I know of.”

“Oh sure! We can definitely have someone measure you. One moment, let me check the dressing rooms.” You turn around to look at Harry as she walks away, his mouth agape.

“What?”

“What exactly does getting measured entail?”

“They take you into a fitting room and use a measuring tape. Then you tell them what style of bra you wear, and then they bring you some to try on. It’s not complicated.”

“Are you bare chested when they do it?”

“What?! No!” You laugh. “My shirt will stay on.”

“Miss? We’re ready for you.” The woman smiles.

“Here, hold this for me.” You hand Harry the basket, and before he can protest you vanish into the back.

He’s thoroughly embarrassed. He watches the associate come out a few moments later to grab a few different bras. Some lace, some for wearing under a t-shirt, and some sports bras. He swears he heard you laugh at some point, but he wasn’t sure. Eventually you come out, and take the basket from him.

“Okay, I know what I need now, I think they’re on this wall.”

“Please, don’t ever leave me like that again. People kept giving me weird looks.”

“You know, most guys like coming in here.” You shake your head at him, and grab some bras.

“Well, how did your fitting go.”

“Good.” You shrug. “Figured out why I was spilling out of some of my bras.” You grab a few bras that are padded, but don’t have wire in them, and some new lace bras as well. Then move to another wall with sports bras that zip up in the front.

“Why was that?”

“Went up a cup size.” You shrug again.

“So…what exactly are you now?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “We might find ourselves in a bra emergency one day, this is info I need.” You laugh.

“I went from a C to a D, okay?”

“You didn’t realize?”

“Not really, sometimes they just grow and shrink over time. I was a B when I first got to college, graduated a C. If they keep getting bigger though I don’t know what I’ll do.”

“You don’t want big boobs?”

“Honestly? No. My back hurts, and I have such a small frame, big boobs just look weird on me. Half the time I have to buy dresses and shirts one or two sizes up just to make room. It’s annoying.” You sigh and grab what you need, and head to the checkout counter.

Harry loved your body so much, every dip, every curve, every dimple, every mark. He never really stopped to think that there were actually things you didn’t like about your body.  

“You’re in luck! These ones are buy one, get one.” The cashier says.

“Oh great! I have a coupon on my phone too.”

Harry also couldn’t believe how complicated buying women’s underwear was. He thought it was just cup sizes, but there’s a lot of numbers involved. He made sure to note that you were a 34D, and no longer a 36C.

“$100 even is your total.” His jaw nearly dropped, even with the discounts and coupons that sounded expensive. “Oh wow! Way less than what I was expecting.” He looked at the two of you like you were crazy. The pink tax was alive and well. The cashier hands you a cute bag with all your things wrapped inside, and then grabs a small box.

“For being such a valued member of Aerie, and spending over $100 today, you have earned this box full of makeup samples!”

“Yay! I love your guys’ makeup. It’s so light.”

“There’s mascara, a reusable makeup remover cloth, eyeshadow, and a couple other things.”

“Thanks!” You stuff the small box into your bag, and head out. “I love free samples.” You say looking at him as you walk out of the store. He wanted to tell you it wasn’t really free, but he didn’t want the smile on your face to fade.

“Feeling satisfied with your purchase?”

“Yes, thank you for coming in with me. Is there anywhere you wanna go? You like shoppin at J. Crew right?”

“Got all I need from there a couple months ago, remember?” He smiles at you.

“Right. Oh! You know what would be great?”

“What?”

“Let’s go into bed, bath, and beyond. There’s something I wanna get for your bed.”

“My bed?”

“Mhm.” You smile at him, and take his hand.

When you get to the store, you get to the section you’re thinking of right away. You were near sheets and pillows. Harry had no idea what you thought his bed needed.

“Aha! Found it!” You point to the aisle that had a bunch of different bed toppers. “You know how you’re always saying my bed is so cozy? Well this is why. I have this exact memory foam egg crate. You just put it on under your sheets, and it makes a world of difference.”

“How do you discover these things?”

“I had a friend in college that had one on his bed, on those uncomfortable blue beds they give you. Got one for myself and I never had a bad night’s sleep in school again.”

“Alright, let’s pick one out.” You grab the one you think will make the most sense, and don’t let Harry take it from me. “I hope you don’t think you’re paying for that.”

“Consider it an early Hanukkah gift.” You wink at him, and walk quickly ahead of him to the checkout line. Taking out your card as fast as you can. He rolled his eyes at you, but kissed the top of your head.

“Thank you, it’s very sweet of you.”

“You’re welcome baby. Here you can carry it now.”

//

When you got home, or back to Harry’s, you helped him put the egg crate on his bed. You too flopped onto it once it was made up again.

“It’s like laying on a marshmallow.” He says, making you giggle. “Thanks again.”

“You’re more than welcome, happy to do it.”

“Now it’ll really feel like I’m in your bed the couple nights I can’t be.”

“Does it bother you that we stay over at my place more?”

“Not at all! I love your place.”

“I just feel bad is all, you paying for a place you barely sleep at anymore.”

“S’not that expensive of an apartment. Plus it’s nice to come back to when I need to get more intricate work done.” He shrugs, reaching for the remote to turn the TV on. “Besides, won’t be back and forth like this forever.” What was he hinting at? The very thing that you felt your mind wandering to every morning you woke up with him. Harry often thought about moving in with you, you were practically living together already. He knew it was still a little too soon to be talking about it, but a few hints here and there to show you that, that was down the road was nice.

“Yeah.” You smile, and cozy up to him. “Definitely won’t be forever.”

[hollandspiderling]

Game On

Summary: You and Tom have known each other and bumped into each other here and there at the parties his frat hosts. It’s the first week back and you’ve found yourself at his frat’s party with your friends and you don’t know what to expect once you and Tom separate from your friends. 

Pairing: Uni/Frat! Tom x Reader

Warning: drinking, mild swearing, fluff 

Word Count: ~4k

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! It’s my first Tom fic I’ve written and wanted to publish. I’m sorry if the summary is a little crappy, I’m trying to get better at it, haha. Tom Holland has recently wrecked my life and I needed someplace to let out all of the emotions I feel for him. Please let me know what you think! It’s a goal of mine to write more so if things go well, then hopefully I can continue sharing more of my work on here. xoxo, Astrid. 

*Italics = your thoughts 

A sigh escaped your lips as the bass of the music blasted throughout the house. The house you were in was dark and the LED lights were the only source that helped you weave through the crowd of unknown faces. You didn’t know why you were there, but after a good hour of begging from your best friend, she dragged you to the frat party she’s been talking about all week. It was the first week back to university after summer vacation and the excited chatter surrounded you as you made your way back to your best friend. Your eyes landed on her who was surround by a couple of your other friends on the couch in the living room and a string of curses left your lips as you noticed the people who joined your group.

“Y/N!” she exclaimed as she met eyes with you and waved you over.

You smiled at her as you gazed at the handful of boys that intermingled with your friend circle. Brad, the resident playboy, had his arm lazily wrapped around your best friend’s shoulders and you mentally rolled your eyes. Hannah always knew how to get herself in trouble, so it wasn’t a surprise that Brad had found himself by her side. Harrison who was the frat’s vice president sat next to your other friend, Jade, and both were engaged in this heated debate about a show they liked. Your eyes fall onto the president, Tom, who sat on the side and pitched in his two cents here and there with your group. His curls were tucked underneath the black snapback he wore. Before you could stop yourself, your eyes began to unconsciously check him out. The grey V-neck shirt he wore snuggly fit around his torso and complimented his arms as he leaned over and rested his elbows on his knees. His signature black joggers were paired with the latest pair of kicks he bought, and you noticed that he had added small accessories to his outfit. The sterling silver Rolex watch and matte black ring sat on his right hand and you had to mentally block all the dirty thoughts that began to entire your mind. Damn, he looked good. You looked back up, only to have his brown eyes met yours and you mentally cursed at yourself. Fuck, I got caught. A smirk crept onto his lips and nodded his head at you as you tried to play it off, taking a seat on the edge of the couch.

“Y/L/N, nice to finally see you join us.” He greeted as he casually took a sip of his beer, a playful glint present in his eyes.

“Holland.” You greeted and nodded back at him.

The two of you knew of each other due to your best friend being a constant guest at his frat’s party. You crossed paths with him multiple times whenever Hannah called you to pick her up or ended up dragging you along so you could get out of your apartment. Being friends wasn’t something the both of you considered to be, but more like close acquaintances who occasionally bonded over the shared love of people watching and roasting anyone who passed by. If the atmosphere called for it, a flirtatious exchange would ensue between the both of you.

“So, what have you guys been up to?” You asked as you eyed the group and took a sip out of your drink.

“Haz here was telling us about a girl he was trying to hook up with but was immediately turned off when he found out that she’s never watched Friends before,” Jade replied and stuck her tongue out at the guy.

Harrison shrugged his shoulders and said, “What can I say? A girl’s gotta have good taste in television in order for me to be attracted to her.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed. “Haz, I’m not sure if I should agree with you or tell you that what you said is one of the shallowest things I’ve heard.”

Tom nodded in agreement before adding, “She’s right mate, you can’t just base an innocent girl off of her knowledge about a TV show.”

“Fuck off mate, I thought you’d at least be on my side because of your reputation with girls.”

You snickered at Harrison’s comeback and Tom playfully nudged your side. Your eyes met his as you smirked at him and shrugged.

“It’s facts.” You said to Tom.

“I’m not that bad.” He huffed as his eyes traveled to the rest of the group who started to nod in agreement.

“Oh yes you are, Holland. All you want is a simple fling.” You said as you flipped your hair over your shoulder.

“Am I really?” he asked.

Everyone murmured in agreement and you lightly nudged him so he could look at you. Leaning onto your palm, you turned your body towards his and said, “Holland, you are literally seen with a different girl every week.”

He arched an eyebrow and tilted his head to meet your gaze.

“And how do you know that I’m seen with a different girl every week? I thought you didn’t care about my whereabouts?”

Damn it. You could feel your cheeks heat up as everyone began to tease you. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see Hannah and Jade sharing a certain look and you simply rolled your eyes at Tom. Amongst the three of you girls, the attraction you had towards Tom was pretty evident. It was something you wanted to keep on the down-low because you knew you just weren’t on his radar.

“It’s what I hear from everyone, Holland. Don’t get too ahead of yourself.” You smoothly replied.

He feigned being hurt and put a hand on top of his heart. “Ouch, that kind of hurt darling.”

You laughed and leaned forward so that both of you were at the same eye level. “It just means I have standards, Holland.”

Tom playfully pretended to get the air knocked out of him as Harrison exclaimed, “And Tom just got triple knocked out by Y/N!”

The entire group burst out laughing and you held your hand out towards Tom who stayed laying down on the couch. He took it wordlessly and nodded in thanks before turning his attention back towards the group. Everyone began to talk about the upcoming semester and just thinking about the stress that was going to be thrown at you made you want to take a sip of your drink. You looked down towards your cup and noticed that it was empty. Scrunching up your nose at the fact I was empty, you pushed yourself off of the couch and asked, “Anyone else need a refill? I’m gonna go get myself another drink.”

Everyone else shook their head but Tom was the one that set his beer bottle onto the table and stood up.

“I’ll go with you; I’ve been meaning to get a new one, so I guess now’s a good time.”

Both of you headed towards the kitchen and as you made your way through the crowd, you spent the entire time trying to calm down your racing heart. Once you made it to the kitchen, you made your way towards one of the coolers. Bending down, you opened up one of them and noticed that it was the one filled with beers. Fishing through the icy drinks, you looked behind you and raised an eyebrow. Tom was casually leaning against the island that was in the middle of the kitchen as he shamelessly checked out your butt.

“Hey Holland, eyes up here bud.” You smirked as you motioned for his eyes to meet yours.

He coughed and gave you a lazy smirk. “Sorry sweetheart, I couldn’t help myself especially with the outfit you’re wearing tonight.”

You turned away from him as you pretended to look for the beer he preferred. The outfit was not your personal choice, but Jade was the one that wanted to dress you up for that night. You were wearing a red tube top and black high waisted shorts that were a little cheekier than what you would usually prefer. It was accompanied by a black, cropped denim jacket and with Hannah’s support, your friends insisted on this outfit in hopes that you would gain someone’s attention. Smiling to yourself, you mentally thanked the girls since it looked like the outfit was certainly doing its job.

“On to more important things, which one do you want? I don’t think there’s any more of the beer you were drinking earlier.”

“Aw, were you thinking of me?” he teased as he walked over and stood next to you.

You straightened out as he scanned through the options presented before him. A scoff escaped your lips as you took his previous position and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Only in your dreams, I was just trying to be nice.”

He stood back up with a new beer in hand and laughed. “Oh, trust me, you’re in my dreams every night. Your every guy’s dream in this house, love.”

You gave him a look of disbelief and laughed. “I don’t know if I should actually take that as a compliment given you sleep with different girls or say thank you because that means I’m actually decently attractive. Don’t play with me, Tom. I can’t be in your guys’ top ten list.”

Trying to distract yourself, you browsed through the coolers before finding a bottle of vodka. You busied yourself by taking the bottle out and making yourself the mixed drink you always liked so you wouldn’t have to look at him.

“I’m not kidding Y/N. You need to give yourself more credit.” Tom replied.

You felt his presence next to you and you glanced the other way while taking a sip out of your drink. It was the start of the cycle that you guys would fall into whenever you appeared at one of his frat parties. The both of you flirted here and there when there was enough alcohol in both of your systems. Time would quickly pass before you know it with your guys’ banter and nothing more would move on from teasing touches and meaningful gazes.

Tilting your head up to look at him, you stared into his brown eyes and searched for what his intentions were. The cheeky smile that attracted you was plastered on his face as he confidently held your gaze. He took a step closer to you and rested his forearm on the island while leaning his weight against it. Tom’s eyes broke away from yours as he looked over the features of your face. You didn’t know what was going through that mind of his and you wanted to know why he was suddenly interested in constantly flirting with you.

“Why are you suddenly interested in me, Thomas?” You asked.

He chuckled and quirked an eyebrow at you. “Are we going by full names now, Y/N”

You shook her head and laughed, “No, but I’m really curious as to why you’re wasting your time on me. You can get any other girl on this campus so why me? What changed your mind?”

Tom shrugged and said, “I can’t help it, I love watching your expression getting all flustered even though you try not to show it.”

You bit your bottom lip as he stared you down and rolled your eyes as you felt your cheeks heat up. I hate how I get flustered so easily... Tom chuckled as he watched your inner battle with yourself and before he could stop himself, he reached out and tucked a stray hand behind your ear. You were snapped out of your daze and looked back at him.

“Tom I’m serious.”

Looking down at your drink, you swirled it around as your thoughts began to go everywhere. He pursed his lips and looked back to where you guys came from only to find out that your group had dispersed from the central living area. He knew that you wouldn’t give in so easily, but Tom didn’t think you’d be this hard to get to you. His reputation was one he wasn’t proud of, but the times that you guys were together were the most memorable times compared to any with the nameless girls he couldn’t remember. Your previous encounter was what made him realize that he had begun to grow feelings for you. The both of you ended up staying awake until sunrise at the summer bash his frat threw before everyone went on summer break. You didn’t feel like going home because Hannah had sent a text that she was bringing a boy to your guys’ shared apartment with Jade. He found you sitting by the bar outside enjoying the time to yourself. Tom decided to join you and that was the first time you guys had a serious and meaningful conversation. There were no awkward pauses and the flow between the both of you was natural. And by the time you left after he watched you drive away safely, Tom realized that he already missed your presence. That summer, he promised to himself that he was going to work hard to make himself the best he could be for you. Now that the odds were playing in his favor, tonight was the night he was going to take the chance to pursue you.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Tom noticed that you two were left by yourselves and he sighed before reaching out to grab your hand. With a questioning look on your face, you let him drag out of the kitchen and towards a more secluded part of the house. He led you into their backyard and towards the alcove that was nestled in a back corner by the pool. Both of you sat down, side by side on the love seat that was there, and you looked at him expectantly as you set your cup down on the ground beside you.

You watched as he pursed his lips, a habit of his that you noticed when he was thinking and waited patiently for him to say something. He played with the beer bottle in his hands and Tom finally looked at you again. The confident aura that he usually exuded towards the people he was around was replaced with a nervous and contemplative one.

“Tom?” You asked softly.

He smiled and let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding as he looked at you. “You probably wouldn’t believe me, but you’ve got me smitten.”

Once you heard those words you couldn’t believe your ears. Your eyes widened slightly, and you began to deny it.

“I think you’re a little bit drunk, Tom. Sure, we’ve flirted here and there but we all know you wouldn’t go for me. You’re probably just horny and want to get in my pants.”

He mentally winced at your words and he set his beer bottle down before grabbing your hands.

“I’m serious about this, Y/N. I know it might take a while for you to believe me, but you’re like a breath of fresh air for me. It wasn’t until recently that I realized my feelings for you. After the first couple of times we crossed paths last year, I would look forward to seeing you. Whenever I spot Hannah or Jade amongst the crowd of people, I hope to see you near either one of them. Whenever we have our roast sessions after our friends ditched us it always leaves me in a better mood.”

Butterflies began to arise in your stomach as you listened to his words but a part of you didn’t want to give in so quickly. The sincerity in his eyes was genuine as he looked at you and you didn’t know how to react. You were attracted to him with no doubt and you enjoyed his company a lot, especially whenever he found you at parties while Jade was off trying to win beer pong and Hannah was trying to find a new boy toy. He had a great reputation all throughout campus besides his notorious playboy ways, but you knew he was well-grounded.

Tom patiently waited for your response as he admired your beauty. The gentle glow from the pool reflected onto your face and there was a feeling inside that warmed him up. It always happened whenever he was with you and no one else. There was something comforting about the way you presented yourself to others. Tom admired you for the way that you knew what you wanted and didn’t conform to following others. You welcomed others into conversations and got along with anyone who you crossed paths with.

“Tom, it just makes me confused that this is happening all so suddenly. Last week I just saw you with this random girl you picked up at a party and now you’re telling me all these things?”

He nodded to your words and caressed your hands with his thumbs. His gaze was cast down as he tried to figure out what his next move was. You concentrated on the comforting feeling he was giving you as he began to get lost in his thoughts. It was hard for you because this was all that you wanted, but because of how you’ve gotten hurt in the past, you wanted to make sure he was serious about everything that he was saying. You naively believed those types of words before and your heart was broken to pieces at the end of it. After taking your time to heal, you promised yourself that you would never let yourself go through that type of pain again. You wanted things to work out between the both of you because you dreamed of this type of scenario happening. In order for all this that was developing between the both of you, you needed to make sure it was on equal terms that were respected.

You sighed and cupped his cheek so he could look at you. Giving Tom a small smile you continued what you wanted to say to him.

“Don’t get me wrong Tom, I’m really attracted to you and would like to see how things go. You have to understand that I’m trying to protect myself from getting hurt. I know you’re a great guy, but the way you’ve presented yourself with girls is something that I don’t know I can trust.”

Tom noticed the broken look in your eyes, and he leaned into your touch before grabbing your hand then softly planting a kiss on the inside of your palm.

“I know we’ve always just playfully teased each other here and there but trust me when I say that I’m serious about this. Let’s take the time to get to know each other more because I know I want to get to know more about what goes on in that mind of yours. If you would just give me a chance, let me prove to you that I can be the guy to treat you right.”

You could hear the sincerity in his voice as he warmly gazed at you. Throughout this whole exchange, you didn’t see his playboy character, but Thomas. The boy that was in front of you was Thomas that all the boys of his frat look up to and the boy that is known for always talking about his family. He took the risk to let down his walls when it was just the two of you and you knew that he put the ball in your court for what was to happen next. Your heart was already in it, but it was your mind that was holding you back. There was a part of you that wanted to immediately show him that you reciprocated the way that he felt about you, but all the scars you’ve been working so hard to heal from served as a reminder to not let history repeat itself.

Your eyes traced over his facial features as you worked out what you wanted to say as your answer to him. Memories of both of you flooded your mind as you looked back at how you got yourselves in this situation. The first-time you guys met, your friends ditched you and in your mission on finding them to go home, you bumped into Tom. He immediately tried to flirt with you in his drunken stupor. You rolled your eyes at him and laughed before pushing him away telling him that you were trying to go home. He was persistent and followed you around trying to get a rise out of you. When you found out that your friends had already left the party to pursue their own hookups for the night, Tom took it upon himself to walk you to your car. From that moment, you guys noticed each other more and unconsciously gravitated towards each other every time you crossed paths. He was great company at the parties if he wasn’t on a mission to hook up with someone and once you both found out you had the same type of humor, that was when the roast sessions began when there was nothing left to talk about. On campus, you’d occasionally bump into each other. He’d be the one to playfully send a wink your way and you’d stick your tongue out at him. You often wondered why you guys hadn’t grown closer, but as time passed you realized it was always due to both of your busy schedules trying to graduate that year.

Something just clicked inside of you as your heart and mind came to a mutual agreement after reflecting on all that’s gone on with Tom. You wanted to give him a chance, but it was going to be on your own terms. Your idea was a bit cliché, but it would help both of you in the long run. If this was going to be a thing for the both of you, you had to make sure that it would all work out. A cheeky smile appeared on your face as you let out a chuckle. He raised an eyebrow at you and smiled back at you.

“…What?” he asked.

You rested your elbows on your knees as you clasped your hands together to meet his eyes. With a playful glint in your eyes, you smirked and said, “Let’s give it a go Holland.”

His grin widened and was about to say something, but you held up your hand to stop him. “Before you say anything though, you need to listen.”

Tom pouted and said, “Don’t play with me like this, sweetheart.”

You laughed before continuing, “It’s nothing bad just a bit of a challenge.”

“A challenge?”

“I’ll give you a month. One month for you to prove to me that you want this to actually be a serious thing between us. Within that time period…let’s just say you need to make me fall in love with you.”

A confident smile appeared on his face as he stood up and offered his hand to you. “That’s it?”

You gladly took his hand as he pulled you up and he wrapped his arms around your waist. Biting your bottom lip, you nodded in response and rested your hands on his chest. You could feel his rapid heartbeat and he leaned his forehead against yours.

“That’s all, Holland. You got one month.”

“Game on, darling. It’s going to be an easy game for me. You won’t be sorry.”

Before you knew it, he swiftly swung you around in a hug and you let out a squeal. Both of your laughter filled the air as he set you down and a comfortable silence fell between the both of you. You’d never admit it to him just yet, but finally being in his arms felt safe. He kissed your forehead as he tightened his grip around you. A blissful feeling spread throughout your being as you began to look forward to what would occur in the month ahead.

[make-me-imagine]

Hi, I'm Brooke! I'm 23. I have dark brown curly hair with brown eyes and I'm 5 ft 5. My house is slytherin mixed with ravenclaw. I draw, write, do photography, enjoy reading and play tons of video games. I suffer from anxiety. I'm not really an outdoorsy person(thanks to my anxiety) I used to be an alcoholic, but I recovered from it. I love animals and I'm very empathetic. Can I have a male ship from the hobbit and the vampire diaries with the prompts "jealous" and "friends to lovers" thank you!

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Hope you like them! 

The Hobbit: 

I ship you with Bilbo. You and Bilbo would have so much in common, this is why you got on so well. He would extremely proud of you for recovering from alcoholism as he knew it was a hard thing to do for many people. He is always there when you need him with a shoulder to lean or cry on, and comforting words that he has used to lull you to sleep many times. 

Prompt: Friends to Lovers

When you left The Shire with Bilbo and the company, you and Bilbo were very close friends. And you were very similar. Neither of you were outdoorsy, and going on an adventure scared you. But you knew you couldn’t let Bilbo go on without you, and when Gandalf suggested you come, you felt you had no choice. So you swallowed your fears and went with the company, you went with Bilbo.

You had known each other for many years and got on like a house on fire. You were both reckless in your youth, but matured together. Nothing could end your friendship. You thought.

It’s not that your friendship ended really, it just...changed. Throughout your adventures with the company. Both you and Bilbo began to see each other differently. You comforted each other more, and in different ways, for different troubles that neither of you could have imagines suffering in the Shire. You became each others life-line, you reached out for each other in times of trouble.

The rest of the company was very aware of your changing relationship with Bilbo. And they even had bets as to when the two of you would realize just how much you needed each other, and wanted each other. No longer as friends. But as more.

It wasn’t until Rivendale that you fully admitted it to each other. You stood out on a large balcony, staring at the beautiful scenery, Bilbo next to you. 

“This has become quite the adventure hasn’t it?” he asked quietly.

“Yes, indeed. I never thought we’d have one like this” you chuckled.

“No. Me neither. But” he paused, shuffled around nervously for a moment as he leaned against the railing “I couldn’t see myself doing it without you though”

You smiled “You wouldn’t have made it this far without me” you admitted as he chuckled in silent agreement.

‘No, but I mean it. If I had left you behind, I would have felt even more alone here, amongst the company. And though I miss the Shire and my home, you are a big part of it, my home I mean. So having you hear means a great deal”

You let his words sink in for a moment “Well, I couldn’t let you go without me could I? We’ve always done everything together. And beside, if you had left without me I would never have forgiven you. The Shire isn’t home without you Bilbo.”

You stood in silence for a moment before Bilbo spoke, quietly, cautiously “I- I’ve noticed, recently, that my feelings...for you...have changed” you looked at him as he paused, sparing you a quick glance “It may just be me. But I thought you should know, I wanted you to know, that I- I no longer see you as a friend, I mean, just a friend. I uh, I see you as much more than that, at least, I’d like too” 

As he stuttered out his thoughts you continued to stare at him, a small smile forming on your face. When he finished and let out a sigh he fiddled with his fingers, almost jumping in surprise when you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Something that you had done many times before, as a greeting, a parting, a thank you. But it was different now, both of you felt it.

“I know what you mean Bilbo” he looked up at you now “My feelings have changed as well, and I think they match your own”

“They do?” you nodded “They do” he confirmed, a small smile forming on his face “Well then, I guess there’s is that”

You chuckled at his awkwardness as you took his hand in yours “There’s that”

The Vampire Diaries: 

I ship you with Matt. Matt would admire your empathetic side. He thinks you kind and caring, and loves being in your company. The two of you play video games together all the time, making bets and your own games as well. He enjoys being outdoors but knows you don’t really care for it, so he makes sure to plan things for you to do in the comfort of your own homes, or even at local locations you enjoy being at. He is very caring and will always try his best to make you happy. He was worried that when you were kicking alcohol, that working at the grill, and coming home smelling of alcohol would effect you poorly, so he would always have a spare set of clothes and extra cologne to change into before seeing you (whether it did effect you or not, he would still do this). 

Prompt: Jealous

Matt watched from across the courtyard as a young man talked fervently to you. He recognized him from having gone to high school with him and knew back then that he was a bit of a ‘player’, so seeing him with you made his blood begin to boil Especially because you looked so uncomfortable. 

He was barely paying attention to what Caroline was saying as she continued to complain about something that went wrong during the Miss Mystic Falls Ceremony. She finally realized he wasn’t paying attention and followed his gaze “Why are you staring? Just go over there already” she said, finally gaining his attention as he pushed him away, an amused smirk on her face.

“Right, Sorry Care” he said as he began walking towards you.

As he got closer, the man, whose name he now recalled as Mason reached out at touched your arm. It was one of those ‘I’m laughing at what your saying so I’m going to take this as an opportunity to touch you while flirting’. Matt glared at him as he sped up a little. 

You laughed awkwardly with the man as he lightly touched your arm, your mind trying to come up with some excuse for you to leave. Looking around your eyes landed on Matt, ‘oh thank God’ you thought

When your eyes met you silently pleaded with him to help you. As he got closer he gave you a small smile as he called out, as if he had just noticed the two of you “Babe, there you are, I was looking all over for you” he said as he eyed Mason “Hey, whats up man, you’re Mason right? We went to high school together” Matt reached out his hand.

The man, Mason, smiled awkwardly, as he stuck out his hand ‘Right, yeah, Um, your Mike Donovan right? You’re in the running for Sheriff right?”

Matt’s hand tightened around his “It’s Matt. And yeah”

Mason’s eyes widened slightly as Matts hand squeezed his “Yeahh, um” he looked at you as Matt’s arm slid around your waist “It was good to talk to you, and see you again, Matt, sorry about that.” he laughed awkardly as he took a step back “I’m gonna go find my date” he smiled turning and leaving.

“Date, my ass” Matt muttered under his breath before looking at you “You alright?”

You chuckled at Matt’s words “I’m fine now” you smiled up at him as he leaned down and kissed you lightly 

“Lets go find some food” he said as he took your hand in his and lead you towards the building.

[chrissidepiece]

Best freinds

Paring - Reader and bsf!Matt

fluff 💕 Matt Y/n

Me and Matt have been close we flirt a lot all the time but I think I’m staring to catch feeling for him

Suddenly matt bursts through the door yelling my name

Y/n! Oh, can I see?

I closed my journal giving Matt a stare he looked at me and pouted

in the front of my head I thought something’s wrong with my best freind but in the deepest corner of my mind I thought about how cute he looked.

Hello? Earth to y/n? What are you dreaming about how handsome I am he said sarcasticly and I looked at him and sighed before sitting next to him and putting my journal on the top shelf above my bed.

What do you want you big baby I said chuckling to myself he looked at me as if he was flustered, I hope he’d had knew I was joking I mean some part of me wanted to call him baby without having to say “I’m just joking!”

Matt stared at me as if I was an alien kid what’s wrong with you? He opened his mouth and said awh im your baby? He said as if he was happy of course I knew he was joking but I wish he wasn’t.

Matt what do you want dude I was busy writing.

So rude but I wanted to ask if you wanted to watch me play some fort with chris I looked and him and said why not? He grabbed my hand as he led me to his room,

he held my hand? Wait what.. maybe it was just a friendly gesture me and matt sat down next to each other he was still holding my hand I let go even though I really didn’t want to.

What’s wrong you been acting weird since I saw you writing in your journal. I looked at my phone it buzzed, it was a text from nick

Did you tell Matt abt how u feel?

I hope Matt didn’t see what his brother had texted me he looked at my face, who texted you? Oh it’s nothing

Oh okay he blew a kiss and I caught it before sitting next to him watching him play fort with his brother we took turns it’s been about 5 hours and I got bored

I decided I should text nick back

You almost blew my cover!

Not my fault you won’t man up and tell him how u feel.

I’ll tell him today

Okay girl he’s your best freind he won’t leave you

Okay love you

Love you too girl

Matt I’m tired can we go to sleep? He looked at me and nodded his head yes he told his brothers he was tired and was gonna log off I turned my head toward him wanna go to my room? I suggest since we spent basically all day in his room yeah I’m tired too I want to watch a new movie with you

I layed on my bed and looked at Matt in his grey sweats I looked at him and stumbled on my words cause of how those sweat makes him look so.. never mind.. Matt can you turn around so I can change?

Why can’t I see a pretty girl get dressed? I scoffed rolled my eyes and walked up to him, you’ll get to see this pretty girl some other time.

Is this a promise? Yes now turn around! I say slightly yelling at him I took my shirt off and felt the breeze hit my chest I rummaged around my wardrobe in hopes to find something comfortable and I didn’t in result I turned around and faced Matt’s back.

Matt take off your shirt I said in a clear voice he turned around looked at me up and down and with no hesitation and said yes ma’am I took his shirt and put it on, I keep my promises I said with a almost snarky remark he looked at me and said can you make another promise then? I looked at him and pushed his forehead softly you’ve seen enough for one night.

Fine he says in a tone

I looked at Matt on in his grey sweats and I could swear I saw a bulge in his sweats I mean it wasn’t that hard to miss I decided to tease him

I see someone’s excited about seeing pretty ol me?

He looked down and covered his boner he walked out the room and a fuck you could be heard outside of my door, I rolled my eyes before laying down drifting to sleep

He walked back through the door without a Boner and jumped on my bed causing my journal to fall and open on a page

January 1 2024

I think I’m Inlove with Matt, I mean he’s my best freind he cute and well he’s just the sweetest person ever, I don’t want to tell him because well maybe he’ll think I’m a weirdo because I like him and the flirting that happens between us is really not helping my thoughts.

He scanned through the journal and slammed it shut acting as if he didn’t read my journal I knew I was fucked but instead he handed me my journal and layed down next me and gave me a kiss on the forehead

I don’t think your weird for liking me cause I flirt with you on purpose. I smiled at him talking about me so nicely I rubbed my thumb on his cheek and gave him a soft kiss on his plump and soft lips

Y/n?

Yes? A few moments passed before he looked at me and said I think I’m Inlove with you too.. will you be my pretty girl? I looked at him and kissed him before letting go of his soft lips and saying yes I’ll be your pretty girl I love you

Matt?

Yes?

Can we go to sleep I’m tired. He opened his arms and I crawled on him before I heard a low I love you come from his mouth I kissed his chest and said I love you too.

THE ENDDDD HOW DID I DO? Also here any master list :) masterlist

[moist-astronaut]

things my friends and I have said over the last year

“I’m verbally illiterate” “Isn’t that called dyslexia”

“I’m going to chemistry and I’m gonna light myself on fire” “No” “Damnit let me burn like the witch I am!”

“Don’t worry it’s not anti-Christ it’s just anti-government”

“I’ve been getting migraines everyday and I’m considering chopping my head off” “But that would kill you” “Two birds one stone!!”

“I swear to god I will hug you” “My house is 5 miles away and my doors are locked” “Your locks are FEABLE”

*writing an email* “Bitch comma”

“Ok but I could be a top” *laughing* “What I totally could be!” *laughing and crying for literally 6 minutes straight*

*on a group call, friends cat misha walks into the room* “Tell misha I would live and die for her, whichever she prefers” “She says thank you” *cat noises*

*joins discord vioce chat at 11:26 pm* “You guys are gae but I love you” “Thank you saeren very cool” “Goodnight” *leaves chat at 11:28pm*

“Jake jake jake jjjake -j-jaaake hey jake” “W H A T” “Can I eat your pens” “I literally have a restraining order against you”

“I’m educatn’t”

“Me calling you to dumb to be a slytherin is payback for you leaving multiple handprint bruises on my legs” “It’s not my fault your skin is weak”

“He’s rolling so that we can walk” *rolling in the grass and collecting leaves on his jacket* “I’m rolling for your sins”

“There are 7 of us so we can each be a deadly sin” “I wanna be Ross” “You mean wrath?” “No that dude from Friends”

“Ok but other than his strict attraction to women, his multiple wives, his hatred of gay people, and the fact that he is dead, what is standing between me and Joseph Smith the All American Hottie from being happy together”

“Consider: Mullet” “No”

“I do my homework while loudly eating a pop tart asmr”

“No no listen, he’s my brother, he’s a bastard of my dynasty…I might just ransom him off”

“These Norwegian bastards indroduced a fucking PLUAGE to my COUNTRY”

“Ooooo meth”

“Half of my life is me resisting the urge to sing the zaboomafoo themesong, the other half is me actually singing the zaboomafoo themesong. So either way my entire life revolves around zaboomafoo.”

“I just don’t think I would hire a gay man-wait no I’m not homophobic”

*chucks half a gallon of milk in a gas station* “-ah- got milk?”

“Gimme your sternum boy”

“Nooooooo he stole my sternum!!!” (Side note these were two separate occasions)

*being force fed milk duds* “No!! This is the worst way to die!!”

“Hey babe come over I have a hammock and a heated blanket”

“Be afraid, be prepared- IN THE WORDS OF SCAR”

“Stress eating stress gummies Stress eating stress gummies Stress eating stress gummies stress eating-”

“I thought to myself ‘Y’know if I die today this is how I want to be remembered- a leather skirt and leg warmers’”

“I think I’m telling you to go to sleep” “You’re gonna have make me” “I can’t tell if this is cry for help or flirting” “Yes”

“This is at best cannibalism and at worst being straight”

“Oh look Percy Jackson’s here now, ooh they replaced every character’s face with Mr. Bean. I hate it”

“You can’t be mean to me! I’m gay AND a woman! That’s a hate crime!” “Yeah well I’m brown and Muslim! Square the fuck up bitch!”

“Babe it’s not very metal to be afraid of your hair dresser” “It’s not very metal to have a hair dresser and yet here we are” “It’s fine you’re into glam metal”

“Hey augie, got any grrrrrrapes?” “I’m doing IXL :(“

“Can I come?” “No” “What if I bring watermelon?” “You can come, leave the watermelon, then leave” “:(“

“What in the jersey shore”

“Rad’nt”

“Ok but consider: Mullet-hawk” “I can and will divorce you”

“Dee-vorce 👏 Just to 👏 re-vorce 👏 👏 “

“Ah yes, that’s why I’m fat…for combat reasons…”

“You fool I consent!”

“My Boston fern is being a bitch but that’s because it’s winter and that’s BITCH season”

“You walk through the rest of the house and it’s like ‘ooo witchy and aesthetic’ then they’ll get to the guest room and it’ll just be a tacky twink Fever dream”

“Who needs a scalp”

“HeHe, sexing”

“Council has decided, your vibes are rancid (and not the band)”

“You’re never to young to hate women”

“Look at me I did the dishes I’m a 1950s housewife with a strangely new jersey accent and affinity for lesbianism”

“Well look who has the table now”

"contrary to popular belief, fuck you"

"There's nothing here that requires whisking, i'm just problematic"

"If you could go anywhere in the world with two people, who would you choose?" “New Orleans!”

"So he proceeded to bite me on the butt...like, really, really hard."

“I don’t cheat, I win. It’s not cheating if it’s consensual.”

“My mouth, my choice”

“Do you like my ombré of a tan"

“Who’s the cutest in the chat right now then?” “It’s Paige!” “No, it’s obviously Augie.” (paige's boyfriend)-said by a straight man

“Francis is just a one and done.”

“Would you ever have a threesome?” “...yes...” *To Francis* “Sure!”

“How do you feel about anal sex?”

“Of the people in this room, who would you most want to make out with?” “Augie” “The answer is yes, but only if it’s 6 feet apart.”

“Square, flat, and overcooked.”

“The virus would be over if everyone would breathe underwater for 5 minutes.”

“I have daddy issues, but not with my father.”

“You’re a ladies man but you have two boyfriends.”

“That means lesbian in sign language” “No, that means fuck boy in American”

“I’m like a parasite, you can’t get rid of me. I’m here forever.”

“You’re like my long term hit man”

“Is it Jake?” “No, why would the evil Russian man be Jake?” “Because he would never hire a gay man and you don’t look like a gay man”

“Jake is homophonic, Augie is racist, and Francis is a woman hater!”

"Grew a korean radish, 1 star"

"I've got more cause i'm a rich boy, and by that i mean my father sometimes buys avocados. And that's on what? Upper middle class"

"Tell your good for nothing boyfriend to stay away from my mom"

"It's not inciting violence it's just ~inspiring it~ "

"Listen bitch just because you have avacados and a roomba doesn't make you better then me"

"i would totally let narthex ruin my life. and that's on what? daddy issues and bisexuality"

"who is titty"

"how is he racist" "he hates the french and russians right?" "don't forget italians" "that's just self loathing"

"This is the last time i wear a thong- it's for educational purposes"

"babe come over i'm a burrito"

"he put bread with milk. luckily he passed away"

"you touched my wiener!" "you offered it!"

"foot'nt"

"i took a shower and realized the floor doesn't bounce"

"i love ass whoooaaaaaa i meant cassie"

"Rosalie you're the deciding vote. Be decisive." "Dude i'm bisexual and a gemini. what're you talking about?"

"Okay so to recap: jake is homophobic, augie is racist, francis is a woman hater, and now paige is a bunny abuser?"

"Just bring a watermelon keychain and it'll be fine" "Whooaaaa i'm gonna need a big key then"

"If you were blind what would you even see"

Post Traumatic Youth, plus D for danny's disorder"

"i think she's past the phase where she likes people just because they're russian"

"francine is a lesbian, but only during quarantine"

"don't be a home wrecker!" "i can't help it!"

"we are not doing coed tents" "i wanted to go purple-ing though"

"if it's not perfect i'm gonna through hands" "with who" "i don't know, the CEO of stupid"

"don't make me feel guilty for bullying you"

"it doesn't look very cash money cool but okay"

"slinky cat" (ferret)

"The pond behind my house didn't freeze all the way through this winter, so i couldn't go ice skating" "okay, so i have an idea. we can go to walmart and get-" "ANTI FREEZE!" "well, yes- wait, no. No, the more i think about that definitely no."

"The amish will win, the amish will prevail" "the amish will conquer us all!"

"He do be kinda mafia doh"

"i'm being sneaky sneak. stairs go creaky creak. and i need. DRUGZ"

"brain on shutdown, power saving mode"

"Somebody go tip her, she's dancing like a stripper" "thatd be nice- oh wait no!"

"fellas, is it gay to lick your homies eyeball?"

"it's not racist if you're only targeting one group of people" "that literally racism" "but what if they're french"

"i'm not racist yet but the option is available, and it's good to have options"

"they don't call me Mr. Steal Yo Boy for nothing!" -a straight man who has a girlfriend

"i think he has a bad habit of not dating girls"

"kinda hot tho 🥵 in a Santa Claus kinda way...hoe hoe hoe"

"i'll be your hot jacuzzi bubble dealer"

"when deceit and doubt fills you up, you cleanse your mind through creative activities, such as making organic soap"

"friendly reminder #4: you're never to old to eat a freezie-pop"

"sorry i'm just nervous" Chinese Teacher: (Waving her hand in front of her face) “Just pretend I’m cabbage.”

"me when my dads name is publicly broadcasted on the radio for his 14 felonies and assorted war crimes"

"<@!523669420435046401> I sentence you to a solid nine by the banhammer. For your crimes against Humanity, God, Satan, and Matt Frank. See you in hell."

"Danny, just because you're playing *Just Cause* doesn't mean you need to Just Cause our friendship!"

"Silly Matt! You fell for the ole’ Heimlich maneuver!”

"i got a bunch of new shirts over quarantine" "you would"

"Ok, there's a 32 year old doctor in new Jersey dying right now" "Yeah, but to be fair everyone in new jersey has a pre-existing condition"

“This is the longest period of time we’ve had without a Nintendo direct” “Maybe they’re gonna make a Nintendo indirect?”

"you’re looking extra white today.” "thanks i've been practicing"

"do you have any batteries" *looks inside shirt* "not yet"

"let's go colonize the middle school!" "yyayayyayayay!!!" " wait I gotta ask my mom first" What happened next is know called the *Juniors burden*

"oh so you're a DOWNSTAIRS milk kinda guy"

"you are literally the human embodiment of crumbs in a bed"

"The Berk-ey Creamery isn’t a place, it’s a people!”

 "He shoved a floating joy-con straight up his flux-capacitor.” "great! now it's paired"

"No, that isnt armor, the real armor are the friends you made along the way"

"This one goes out to all my lady friends out there *proceeds to kill himself in game*

"i'm a coward" "that's what a coward would say!"

"rest is for cowards and fools"

"every time you speak you take years off my life"

"Shark dick hoo ha ha"

"Me and the boys brushing our teeth at 3 AM"

"remember if you kill yourself the fascists win"

"The Beatles aren’t real. Have you ever seen a beatle? No? Exactly." "Babe” "Shut up I’m right."

*reading over these quotes* "god i hate that" "you said that!"

[puckinghell]

Wanna Bet | Travis Konecny

Summary Request: Omg Lou can you write something with the ”am I just a bet to you” storyline?! Word count: 4.2k Note: You guys asked for something with TK so here we are!

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It’s kinda funny, how just being in the wrong place at the wrong time, hearing the wrong thing, can cause your entire world to fall to pieces. 

You weren’t meant to walk past the locker rooms. Being in the analytics department, you don’t have to actually be in the arena much, and when you do, you’re in the stands, watching players on the ice to access if the data you have on them is correct. 

A guy’s plus minus really only makes sense when you’ve seen the way he carries the puck, seen the way his legs pump as he skates. 

No, you never have to be in the locker rooms for your job, but today you decided to take the long way from your office to the ice. Just so you could walk past him. Just so maybe, you could accidentally bump into him, sneak a kiss before the game, wish him good luck.

Now all you wish is to disappear. 

The voices are a little far away but not muffled, as the door is slightly opened. It’s Ghost’s voice, that you hear first.

“I can’t believe you’re actually dating her, TK. And all because of some stupid bet!” 

Dating her. You. Travis is dating you, so they must be talking about you. Laughter fills the hallways; laughing about you. 

“I never lose a bet.” The voice is familiar, too familiar. Just last night that voice was soft in your ear, whispering all kinds of things he clearly had not meant.

A bet. 

There’s a heavy feeling in your stomach, like a rock settled in your intestines. The thing is, well, you’d known it was too good to be true. Why would a guy like Travis Konecny be interested in you? 

You weren’t WAG material. Weren’t even puck bunny material, really. You work in the analytics department, for God’s sake; you’re as nerdy as they get, love math and numbers, you even wear glasses, just to completely fit the stereotype. 

And you’re not skinny. Never have been; no matter how many times you used to skip dessert, there has always been a little soft pudge on your stomach, your thighs have always rubbed together when you walk. You don’t do that anymore, now, skip dessert; you deserve some chocolate every now and then, and you deserve a guy who doesn’t care.

You hadn’t expected to find that guy in the Philadelphia Flyers locker room, but then Travis had shown up and you’d thought, stupidly, maybe...

The very first time you’d shown up at practice, when someone was showing you around after having just been hired, it had been Claude who first said hi. Captain’s duty, and all that. But it had been Travis that made you feel a little less nervous about all these big, bulky dudes, who seemed to slide on the dangerous knife shoes like they’d never walked before; he skated up to you, softly bumped into your shoulder and said: “Don’t let my numbers fool you. I’m an important locker room guy” before dumping his water bottle over Oskar Lindblom’s head.

Ever since then, he’d always been sure to make a little small talk when you were around. Sometimes, his comments had been borderline flirty: “Saw that goal? That was for you” and “Can you believe I missed that pass? Totally your fault for distracting me” but most of the time you talked about mundane things like the never ending snow and what restaurants were good for steak. 

You never expected anything to come of it, though. Perhaps Travis was just one of those kinda guys that couldn’t talk to anyone without flirting. Or maybe he was just taking pity on you. He couldn’t mean it; not when you were you, and he was him. You might as well be from a different planet. 

But then, one day, he’d skated over to the boards where you were standing, sent you a wide grin and asked; “Will you go to dinner with me? On a date?” 

You’d nearly dropped your clipboard and you’d definitely dropped your jaw, but then you’d stumbled a “yes” and stared after him as he skated away. For a solid hour, you figured it must’ve been a joke or maybe Travis had taken a puck to the head and was so concussed he mistook you for someone else, but then he’d texted you a time and date and suddenly it was all very real.

It was so easy, then, to fall in love with him. Between lame jokes and broad grins and the way his hand was always resting on your back, you couldn’t stop yourself from falling for him, even though you tried to convince yourself that was a bad idea. It was so easy to forget it was doomed to end badly when all Travis ever did was say the right thing.

It was a bit like walking on a bridge you know is gonna collapse, and now, it’s collapsed. 

I never lose a bet.

“I’m just a bet.” You don’t mean to say the words out loud but they fall from your lips before you can stop them, and apparently they’re louder than they sound to your own ears because suddenly the locker room goes very quiet.

You don’t get drunk a lot, but you know what it’s like to be very, very drunk; it’s like the world is a bit fuzzy, sounds are a bit muffled, and all you can focus on is the feeling of your heart beating, the way your tongue lays in your mouth, how heavy your feet feel against the earth. 

All you’ve had to drink today is coffee but you feel like that, now.

“Y/N?” The voice is familiar but it’s not Travis; you’re met with Carter, a worried look on his face as he sticks his head out the door. 

Beside Travis, Carter is the only guy on the team who really ever takes the time to talk to you. At first it was all just polite small talk, but then you found out you both liked the same TV shows and now you talk all the time. Carter is a complete sweetheart, would never hurt a fly, and that’s why it’s so hard for you to believe he knew this.

But you know, when you catch his eyes and there’s nothing but pity in them. He knew it was all a lie. 

Carter steps aside, then, and Travis comes flying out the door, his eyes wide and mouth slightly slack. 

“I’m just a bet.” You say it more forcefully because that’s the only way you can think of to make this make more sense. It doesn’t feel true, especially when Travis looks at you with clear panic written across his features.

If he didn’t care, why would he panic?

“Babe,” he starts, his voice a little scratchy, but he doesn’t say anything else and so you do the only thing you can think of doing. 

“Are we dating cause you want to win a bet?” 

Travis stares at you, swallows heavily. 

Please say no. Please don’t let these last three months of my life be a waste of time. Please don’t make a fool out of me. Please say no. 

“Yes, but...” 

That’s all you need to hear; you need to get out of here before the tears that are threatening to well up in your eyes find their way out, before you lose that last sliver of dignity you might still have left. 

“I don’t ever want to see you again,” you choke out, and then you’re pushing past Carter and out of the hallway, out of the arena, until the cold wind hits you in the face as you fumble with the lock of your car. 

You should’ve known better. Should’ve learned from the last time.

---

You were 14 years old, an awkward teenager with few friends and no sense of self-preservation. You were sitting in the canteen on your own, eating lunch, because your only friend at the time had called in sick that day. 

If she was there, you don’t think David would’ve approached you.

David was the cutest guy in school, and not just because he was the tallest. He had nice dark curls and sharp green eyes, and he was the captain of the football team. He always walked around with a bunch of guys following him around like lost puppies, and he was endlessly cool.

You, were not. You were part of the drama club, you excelled in math and the braces you had hadn’t managed to make your teeth look any smaller so far, and you were used to people snickering behind your back when you walked past. 

Of course you had a crush on David. Everyone had a crush on David. And the fact that he’d never actually made fun of you made that you allowed yourself that crush; it was just to look, just from afar. 

Until he came up to you, that day, his posse of friends in tow, and smiled.

“Hey, Y/N, you wanna maybe go watch a movie with me on Friday?” 

Everything inside you screamed ‘danger’, wanted to say no and run away. But something, just a little sliver of hope, stopped you from doing that. The part of you that watched too many romcoms and read too many Nicolas Sparks books wondered if maybe miracles still happened. That part of you said yes.

As soon as you said the word, David’s friends had started laughing.

“Dude, she actually believed you!” one of them laughed. “I guess I owe you 20 bucks, man.” 

“Thanks, Y/N,” David said, shrugging his shoulders. “Matt said you wouldn’t believe me if I asked, he thought you would know that guys like me don’t date girls like you. Guess he’s even dumber than he looks and you just made me 20 bucks!” 

He left and you ran off to cry in the bathroom, but you learned one thing that day.

Guys like that didn’t date girls like you. And that part of you that still believed in fairytales needed to be locked up in a box somewhere and never let out, because that part of you would kill you, if you let it.

---

You tried, to lock that part away, and you’d managed. Until Travis had looked at you with honest brown eyes and a little smile and you’d thrown away everything you had worked so hard for.

What good had that done. 

When you were 14 you locked yourself up in the bathroom until your mom came to pick you up from school. This time you lock yourself in your apartment and eat an entire box of cookies while you watch Property Brothers and cry yourself to sleep at night. The next day, you call in sick to work and watch Gilmore Girls and order Chinese.

It’s maybe not the healthiest way to deal with things but it’s a way, and it works. Well, not really; you still feel like shit, but it works enough that you find the strength to ignore your phone buzzing and eventually shut it off without looking at it.

You turn it back on in the evening and don’t respond to all the missed messages and calls - mostly from Travis, but a few from Carter too - and fall asleep listening to Adele. 

It’s not easy but you’ve gone through a lot in your life and you won’t let yourself be miserable over something like this for too long. If anything, this has just taught you that same lesson you learned when you were 14.

Guys like that, girls like you, etcetera etcetera. This time, you’re gonna remember. This time, you’re gonna know better. 

Every now and then you think of Travis, wonder what he got out of this bet and what exactly he bet on.

Did he bet on getting you to believe a guy like him could be interested in you, like David? Or was it more? How many dates was he obliged to go on to win the bet? Was the sex part of the bet or was that just because you were there and it was easy? Why had he been so nice, if it was part of the bet?

You try not to think about it. It gets easier when Travis stops texting and calling you. You haven’t read any of his texts, or listened to his voicemails. In fact, you barely touch your phone, nowadays. 

When you go to work, you avoid the guys on the team at all costs, and it’s easier than you thought it would be. You sit high in the stands and write in your notebook and try to not feel your heart sink in your chest when you see Konecny on your paper. 

It’s fine, you can manage. You’re an adult and you will move on with life and forget about these three months ever happening. You promise yourself you will and you seem to do okay.

Until one day you come home and you find Nolan Patrick sitting on the floor in front of your apartment door, two take away cups in his hands.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, crossing your arms. You know Nolan hasn’t technically done anything to you but he’s Travis’ best friend and therefor he is guilty by association. Also, he’s always been nice to you and that was clearly all fake, so fuck him for that, too. 

“Oh, hi!” Nolan scrambles up when he spots you, extends one cup towards you. “I brought coffee. Hazelnut latte, one sugar and some cinnamon.” 

You frown, and he seems to understand your question, cause he shrugs.

“Teeks remembered your coffee order.” 

You almost ask him why; why would Travis remember your coffee order if he clearly didn’t care about you at all, but you don’t ask him that because why would he tell you the truth? Instead you take the coffee, open your apartment door and step inside without saying anything.

You let the door fall behind you, but before it can click into the lock Nolan has put his foot in front of it, and then he slips into your apartment.

“Nice place,” he says, as if it’s not super weird that he’s here, and then he flops down onto the couch.

“Right, sit down, make yourself at home,” you snap sarcastically; you grab your mail and start sorting through it, more because you don’t know what else to do than because you actually wanna know what mail you have.

Why is Nolan here?

“You must wanna know why I’m here,” Nolan speaks, as if he can read your mind.

You don’t remind him that’s the first question you asked. 

“I’m here,” Nolan continues, seemingly unbothered by your cold shoulder, “because you deserve to know the truth, and you won’t answer the phone so Teeks can tell you himself. Which I don’t blame you for, cause, you know, if he did what you think he did I would’ve kicked his ass myself.”

What you think he did?

“But,” Nolan crosses his arms now, seems genuinely offended, “you’re mad at Hartsy, really? You can’t be mad at Hartsy. That’s like being mad at a puppy. Or a bunny. Or anything else that’s super cute and impossible to be mad at.” 

“He knew and he didn’t tell me.” You didn’t mean to break your silence but you’ve got a soft spot for Carter and, to be honest, it’s almost been harder to ignore him than it has been to ignore Travis.

At least with Travis, you know what happened. He thought you were pathetic and it would be funny to turn you into a joke.

With Carter, it’s not so clear. Did he actually like you? Did he think Travis’ bet was funny? Or did he secretly disapprove but just not find it important enough to stand up for you? Or, maybe, did he try to stand up for you, but Travis didn’t listen?

You know you shouldn’t allow yourself to hope for that last option but you can’t help it.

Nolan rolls his eyes. “Hartsy didn’t know shit, all he knows is that Teeks is stupidly in love with you and that you’re good for him. He said that once, you know. That Teeks should never let you go because you’re good for him.” Nolan looks a bit sad as he said it, his face pulled into a pained expression.

It might be because of the way your face drops at his words.

Teeks is stupidly in love with you.

“He’s not,” you manage to bring out. “In... into me. It was all just a joke.” 

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” Nolan shakes his head, then takes a sip of his coffee. “Y/N, can I be honest? I don’t know you very well. I think you’re a great girl, but I don’t know you enough to care about your feelings.” 

Well, ouch. The truth hurts.

“I have no reason to be here and lie to you.” 

You have to admit he has a point there. If Travis genuinely doesn’t care, why would Nolan be here? It’s not like you’ve ever even held a proper conversation with Nolan. He’s always just been Travis’ roommate, Travis’ best friend, Travis’ teammate.

“So why are you here?” you dare ask him, and he smiles, a little smugly.

“Cause I have a story about a bet, and I think you’d like to hear it.” 

---

It’s weird, to be back at Travis’ apartment. Nolan’s footsteps are heavy in the empty hallway; he’s walking a good meter in front of you and you don’t try to catch up to him because with every step you take it’s like you sink deeper into the floor.

“Come on,” Nolan says, impatiently. He takes his keys out of his pocket and opens the door to their apartment.

Your heart is beating so fast you can feel it all the way in your throat.

“Ooooh Teeks!” he calls out, annoyingly chipper. “TK! I have a surprise for you!” 

“Is it Thai? If it’s not Thai I don’t want it.” 

Travis sounds tired but he sounds so familiar, so like Travis, and it washes over you like a comfort blanket, fills you with warmth from the inside out. 

“You’re really gonna regret saying that,” Nolan answers, and then he suddenly steps behind you and pushes you into the living room.

The second Travis’ eyes meet yours, all the blood drains from his face and his eyes widen almost comically. Within a second he’s standing up, the xBox controller falling onto the floor; his hands are in the air like he’s going to reach out for you, but then they drop to his sides and his jaw clenches.

“Y/N,” he says softly. “Are you here to get your stuff?” 

Nolan has made himself scarce very discreetly and now that it’s just you and Travis, you suddenly don’t remember how to talk. 

It’s silent, for a solid five seconds - but it feels like 50 years - before your brain starts working again. It’s Nolan’s voice, that you hear in the back of your head, and then your own, as if one voice is fighting with the other. 

Teeks is stupidly in love with you. 

I’m just a bet.

Stupidly in love with you.

Just a bet. 

“What was the bet?” you burst out. It might not be the right way, might be too sudden or too harsh, and there’s not really a reason for you to ask; Nolan has already told you.

But you wanna hear Travis say it. You need to hear Travis say it. 

Travis’ face crumples, his eyebrows knot together and his eyes drop to the floor. It looks as if it pains him to speak, but he speaks.

“It was so dumb, Y/N. You have to believe me, I never meant... I didn’t want this to happen. I’m sorry.” 

You swallow; there’s a lump in your throat that seems to be stuck there, that’s in the way of your vocal chords, but you just manage to repeat the words.

“What was the bet you made, Travis?” 

Travis inhales sharply, and then looks up. His eyes are staring intently into yours when he answers. 

“Ghosty bet me I wouldn’t dare to ask you out.” 

“Why?” you ask. “Why would he think that?” 

There’s a lot of answers you’re expecting, all of which allude to the same thing; you’re not good enough for him. 

You’re not pretty enough. Not fun enough. Not thin enough. Not charming enough. 

“Because you’re way out of my league and I would’ve looked stupid if I asked and you said no.” 

It’s like everything inside you deflates, at that point; your shoulders sag and you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah,” says Travis. “Oh.” He sighs and then takes a step closer, a little one, very tentatively; as if he’s afraid you’re gonna turn around and run, if he moves too much. “I know it’s stupid, but I hate losing bets and the boys know that, so whenever they want me to do something I don’t wanna do, or in this case, am too afraid to do, they tell me that I can’t and I bet them that I can. They were all getting a bit sick of me pining after you so Ghosty thought, if he just said I couldn’t ask you out...” 

“Then you would bet that you could,” you finish his sentence.

Oh God. You’d gotten it so wrong.

“So,” you continue, softly, “they didn’t bet you to ask me out as a joke. Because they thought it would be funny if a guy like you asked out a girl like me.” 

The skin around Travis’ eyes crinkles as he frowns. “What does that even mean?” he asks. 

“Because you’re really hot, and really great, and I’m really nerdy, and not very pretty. And I’m not good enough for you.” 

Travis’ breath stutters as he hears you speak. “That’s.... insane,” he brings out, stammering. “Y/N, if anything, I’m not good enough for you. You’re so gorgeous, and so smart, and you look at numbers and see a Stanley Cup winning team and I struggle to hit a piece of rubber with a big stick. I couldn’t keep up with you even if I tried.” 

He takes a bigger step towards you, now, your words seemingly giving him a bit of courage. 

“I’m sorry for making you think all of this was based on a lie,” he mumbles, and he carefully takes your hand in his, lacing his fingers through yours as his thumb traces lines across your knuckles. “But I promise you, it’s not like that. None of this was fake to me. I wanted to ask you out long before I got the guts to do it and I’ve been happy about taking that bet ever since.” He takes a deep breath. “I love you. And that has nothing to do with any dumb bet.” 

Your heart leaps; he’s never said that before, and neither have you. You’ve felt it, sure, but there was always something inside you wondering if it was too soon, if you were just asking for trouble by saying it. 

But there’s nothing but honest truth in Travis’ brown eyes, now, and suddenly you’re not afraid anymore. 

“I love you too,” you say, and the words aren’t out of your mouth yet or Travis’ lips are on yours.

His hands are firm on your waist as he tugs you closer, and it’s like you can’t feel anything but him, everywhere, and it’s like everything that happened before has been forgotten.

Until he pulls away, both of you gasping for air, and you remember something else.

“Oh my God, I have to call Carter back,” you mumble against Travis’ shirt; he’s pulled you flat against him and nestled his face in your shoulder, meaning you’re now being smothered by his chest.

There are worse ways to go.

Travis laughs lightly, his breath hot against your neck. 

“Really?” he says. “I kiss you for the first time in two weeks and you think of Hartsy?” 

“I’ve been ignoring him, and that’s not fair, cause he, oh...” you break off as Travis presses a kiss to the sensitive skin on your neck, “cause he’s a great friend and... Trav!” The last part comes out as more of a whine and Travis chuckles.

“Hartsy can wait another hour, babe.” He starts pressing kisses along your jaw and you groan, lightly shoving against his shoulder.

“Trav, I gotta call Carter and...” You bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning as his teeth scrape across your skin “and I don’t know what you think you’re doing but you’re not getting me naked within the first hour of getting back together!” 

“No?” Travis pulls away, one eyebrow raised, and there’s a smug look on his face. His hands slowly travel to your back, fingers sliding below your shirt, and despite your best efforts, you can’t stop yourself from shivering. 

“Hmm,” Travis hums, right before he kisses you again. 

“Wanna bet?” 

[headoverhiddles]

Spookshow Baby - Rob Zombie x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: By good luck or connections, you find yourself backstage at a Zombie show, and Rob can’t take his eyes off you. 

Requested by @plagued-rat​!  “Rob and a younger fan meeting at a show and sleeping together or something along those lines.”  Hope you like it, hun :)

Notes: The personalities depicted are fictional-- I don’t know them, even though I wish I did. 

Is it really that hard to get a beer in this place?

You try to navigate your way through the crowd of people getting their seconds and thirds at the bar when you haven't even had one. You finally get up to the bar, and order your drink. You get a bit of a look from the bartender-- you can't tell if he's judging you, or in awe of you, and honestly? You're okay with either. You'd worn a pretty striking outfit tonight, your favorite that you'd had in the closet lying around for something like this.

It had been an event you'd been looking forward to for months. Your friend Ash has a band, a sort of side project from her main group, called The Haxans. She'd promised you'd be the first to get tickets when they had their first show, and five years later, here you are. Maybe if you had told the bartender you knew the singer, you could've at least gotten your beer faster.

Not only are you excited to support your friend, but her fellow band mate and guitarist, Matt Montgomery, is the current bassist of your favourite rock band. Rob Zombie had been a huge part of your life, since Hellbilly all the way up til now with Celebration Dispenser and the new album coming out sometime this year. You'd never been able to make it to a concert of his yet, as he hadn't played anywhere near you, but you had made no secret of your strong feelings for the front man.

 ---

You hang back near the tech at the Viper Room, and look around as the band starts their set. This place was said to be a hotspot for ghosts.

"Sweet venue, huh?" a voice behind you asks. You turn, and see a guy in a big straw hat. You feel like the voice is familiar, but you can't really tell with the loud noise.

"Yeah. It's haunted, you know."

The guy laughs. "No kidding." He glances up at the band performing. "That's... kinda fitting."

"Right?" you smile. "Somebody's apparently buried in the basement."

"Jesus. Guess that's why Johnny Depp sold it."

“Or maybe he did it," you laugh, sipping your drink.

"That’s sure a theory. So, what brings you here?" the guy goes on. You're used to the line that guys use on you to flirt, but this guy's still keeping his distance. It's interesting.

"I like their music," you say, "And I'm supporting my friend, Ash."

"Ah, cool. I'm here supporting the other guy, Piggy D. I dig their sound, he's got a great fucking gig here."

"Yeah, totally. Along with working for Rob? Super rad."

"Hm. Yeah." The guy gives a little smile, which you don't see. "See you around, maybe." 

"Yeah!" you smile, and when you turn back, the guy's gone. You wish you could place that voice.

 ---

After the show, you head up to the stage to congratulate your friend. "You were awesome!" you say, giving Ash a hug. She kisses your cheek.

"Yeah?"

"For sure.You guys were both amazing." Piggy D comes over, lifting his guitar strap over his head.

"Hey. Who's this?"

"This is my friend who I said would be coming, (y/n)?"

"Oh yeah." Matt gives a lopsided grin, shaking your hand. "Great to finally meet you. How'd we do?"

"You were great," you assure him. Ash nudges him.

"She's a big fan of Zombie."

Matt's black shadowed eyes light up. "Yeah? Here, I'll send you a pass to come say hi to us backstage. We're playing the area in a couple weeks!"

"Oh god," you blush, "That'd be awesome. Thank you so much."

"No problem." He gives you another smile, then sets his guitar down. "Gotta dash." His eyes ascend over you and Ash. "John, Rita! Thanks for coming!"

Ash pulls you to the side. "Oh my god. You're gonna get to meet him."

"I know." You fan yourself.

"He's really chill, don't worry. He'll love you."

"You think so?"

"Look at you! You're hot as fuck girl, I'd sleep with you if I wasn't taken. He'll go crazy for you."

“Ah. I’m too young for him...” 

“You could use a daddy. He’s daddy material. Spookshow daddy for a spookshow baby.” 

You smile, and ignore the unlikelihood of that happening. Still-- you've never been so excited.

 ---

The next Friday night, you find yourself enjoying tickets to the Zombie mosh pit in your home town, backstage pass tucked safely in your back pocket. You're currently waiting for Rob to come out on stage, and are watching the opening band, Palaye Royale.

After the last song of the opener's set, the stage lights begin going crazy, and you hear Rob begin to shout out the beginning of Dead City Radio.

The show is amazing, as you knew it would be. You've never actually heard him talk before, only sing, and when he speaks to the crowd between songs, you can't help but notice how attractive his voice is too. During Get High, Matt notices you, points to you with his pick, and winks.

As everyone cheers after the encore of Dragula and gives the band a good send-off, you slip backstage, coming up to the guards. You show your pass shakily, and they let you through.

"Hey!" Matt calls, and you turn down a long hallway to see the boys coming offstage.

"Best show I've ever seen, hands down," you say, "Other than the Haxans, of course."

Matt laughs, and fist bumps you. Ginger and John walk past you, shooting you friendly smiles. For a metal band, these are a bunch of really good guys. Then Rob comes out, dragging a towel over his face and dreads.

"Fucking high energy crowd!" he exclaims, punching the air as he comes over to you and Matt. "Great night."

"Crowd was on fire. Hey man, this is (y/n)." Matt introduces you.

Rob looks at you for a second, and tilts his head. "Oh yeah. You're the girl I met at the Haxans show, huh?"

You go to say yes, then start to realize how he knows. "You're the guy I talked to!"

"That would be me." He nods, then remembers how much he enjoyed talking to you. It’d be dangerous to see where this went, so after that stunted exchange, he goes to leave. You think of something to turn him around.

"Is that a Creepshow patch?" you ask, finally close enough to his patch jacket to decipher each one. He stops, and looks back.

"Hell yeah. You like Creepshow?"

"Love it!"

"Best one?"

"The Crate."

"Oh, fucking right!" He nods, "I like that crazy hitchhiker one too from the second one..."

"Thanks for the ride lady!" you quote, and he gives a loud belly laugh.

"Damn. You're pretty cool." He rubs his makeup with the towel. "I'm, uh... chilling a bit later tonight at a little after party. Sorry to be a big fuckin' drag, but I'm not one for lots of drinking or anything like Danzig or Manson are. I'll probably bore you to death."

"Then we can be a couple dead people together," you smile, and he smirks down at you.

"Sounds like a plan." He bites his lip, and gives you a once over again. "Follow me."

 ---

When you get to the party, it's pretty much like he said. He immediately wanders off around the outskirts of the crowd, stopping only to shake a few hands and greet a few people. It's a cool venue-- better than any you'd been to. It's dark, black-lit and monster-themed, with all kinds of pop art and horror memorabilia around the place. It's fitting for the band, and the people who hang out with them.

"Hey, man. Who's the lady?" John whispers in his ear. "Saw her backstage."

"Someone I met the other day. Piggy brought her back."

"She's pretty, huh?"

Rob shrugs, trying as usual to appear noncommittal when in fact he was feeling very committal. "I like her. Figured she may be some fun. Could definitely save me from this party." John shakes his head with a smile, going back over to Rita.

You try and crane your neck to see where Rob went, and are startled by a voice behind you. "Hey, you're the girl from the show, right?" You turn to see that it's Rob's drummer, Ginger.

"Yeah," you smile, "Ginger, right?" He shakes your hand heartily, nearly bruising your fingers with a drummer's grip.

"You can call me Kenny! Hey uh, long shot, do you happen to have a shower curtain anywhere accessible?" You frown, and are about to say no, but Ginger's already sensed your answer by your look of alarm. "No worries, I know who to call for one." He gets out his phone, and starts texting his old boss.

There's Rob. He's hiding in the corner like Dracula, away from the bright lights and people. You walk towards him through the crowd, toward where he's taken a seat on a red couch shaped like psychedelic lips. Rob watches you walk over to him, furrowing his brow. You look fucking good. His breath gets heavier as blood rushes down south. He hasn't wanted a girl this bad in years... much less a fan. Play it cool. She’s young enough to be your daughter, or some shit. 

"Dumb party, huh?" he mutters, burying his feelings down deep. You smirk, sitting down beside him and crossing your legs.

"Seems like you really don't wanna be here."

"Well, it's all about the show, you know? What happens afterward is all bullshit, catering to TMZ who peddles articles about stupid shit like drugs and trashing hotel rooms to 15 year olds who read their articles and think that's what being a rock star is all about." You blink. He's not wrong.  "But it's uh... it's a lot better with you here." Come on, Zombie. At least try not to be a black hole of negativity for once?

"Don't worry. I'm not really one for parties either. I mean, they're fun sometimes. But sometimes you just wanna be by yourself, you know?"

"Exactly!"

"Or... with someone you'd have a lot more fun with." He glances up. "Wanna get out of here?" you ask, eyes conveying your intentions. 

"Let's do it." As you walk toward the exit though, Rob pulls you down a hallway, then out the back door to the alley behind the club.

"You pulling a Lugosi on me, Zombie?" you joke. He smirks.

"You want me to?"

"Are you a vampire?"

He runs a hand through his dreads. "I'm more of a werewolf."

"It's a full moon," you tease, pulling him closer to you. He walks you back against the graffiti'd brick wall, and you part your legs to make room for him.

"You sure you wanna do this?" he murmurs, eyes already falling down to your lips behind his sunglasses. By way of reply, you take his sunglasses off, reach around to stuff them in his back pocket, and bring your lips to his. 

Fuck it. His eyes close, and he reaches up to support you properly, urging your to wrap your legs around him as he holds you up. You moan as his ratty jeans provide the perfect grind for you, grazing your inner thighs and grazing where you need him most. His fingers dig into your ass as you reach forward and unzip those jeans, taking out the chunky belt with Svengoolie's face on the buckle. 

His head tilts back as you take him in your hand, and fuck, he has to be inside you. You sink your face into his shoulder as he pushes in, and his face twists up. The way he's glaring at you in pure concentration is driving you wild, and the intense eye contact is turning him on too. He bares his teeth, gnashing as he fucks in again rough, making you gasp.

"Ro-ob..." you manage out.

"Whatdya need?"

"That's... ohmygod,that's so good, fuck, that's so good, faster--"

He gets even more rough, almost animalistic as he drops the cool guy act and just goes ape on your body. One of his hands shoves up your top, unhooking your bra with the precision of a master, and dips down to roll the tips of your nipples with his tongue. You cry out, neither of you caring who can hear you. It's as if he's become the demon he performs as, and it's fucking hot.

"Feelin' good, babe?" he growls.

"So good," you sigh, working down on him. He holds you up with one flexing arm as he keeps your wrists pinned with the other, dipping his head down a little again to leave hickies along the juncture of your neck. "I'm close--"

"Come on, baby, come on," he snarls, "Yeah..." You gasp out his name as his heavy thrusts rock you against the wall, tipping you off the edge and ripping you apart.

He watches you cum with the intense gaze of a hellish predator, and pounds you even harder until you're done. When he's sure you're satisfied, he lets you down, and cums against the wall, bracing himself against it with one hand.

You run a hand through your hair, and lean back. "Christ. There are so many puns I could make right now."

"I like puns," he pants, slipping his sunglasses back on, and with them, into his awkward, chilled out self.

"You fuck like a Superbeast." There's silence as you hold in your giggles, and he stares at you, completely deadpan.

"I fuckin’ regret all of this." You let the giggles burst free, and he takes you under his arm, leading you toward the street. "Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"My torture chamber, for special fans like you."

"I'm not surprised."

"Then maybe, after the torture, we can throw on a movie. Maybe..."

"You got Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine?"

"...Okay, maybe I don't regret this."

He calls his driver, and excitement fills you at the prospect of seeing what his house looks like. Probably as eclectic as the man himself. As the two of you get in, you open your phone to see a text from Ash.

So?????? watchu up to sex kitty

You grin to yourself as you type out a response that's sure to make your friend screech.

Is it necrophilia if I fucked a Zombie...? ;)